Mother, This is a World of Men

What would you do
If when you gazed into mirror’s eye
A mask of evil looked back?

If pale skin with sapphire eyes,
Broad shoulders with skruff biting at the neck,
Was your inheritance?

I've seen that face before,
On every monument to great heroes,
On every coin and crumpled dollar in your raged purse,
Watching over their subjects.

That evil face is mine to bear,
But that evil face is not mine to live.
I cannot live that evil.
I will not live that evil.

But how?
How do I prove to the world that I love?
I love so deeply,

Mother.
Show the world your love,
And no one will question your heart.