(Emprestada Aqui)

Free me from these fetters,
find the key to tackle
blasted belts and buckles-
Shadow master’s shackled.

Stop the blood still fleeing
from festered wounds’ fire;
burn of bite-mark’s crying,
in rite of spurned sire.

Seed is sown in vessels,
vied in vain on betters;
let go of life’s matters-
thrive and throw off fetters.

(©Leny Roovers 26-9-2004)