A Sons Lament
A SONS’ LAMENT
BY
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Don’t cry for me my faithful mother dear
Do you weep from guilt or could it be fear
I’ve been mostly guilty that’s obviously clear
But you were complicit and should also be here
You always defended me bearing the brunts
Lying and cheating hiding my criminal stunts
I was your darling never subjected to shame
In spite of the obvious you shifted the blame
Cajoling others so I could avoid the price
You misled and lost me with selfish advice
I was never punished for my wrongful acts
Instead you blamed others in spite of the facts
You excused my actions time after time
Refusing to admit your son committed a crime
I was just a child and needed parental honesty
You cast out the rules I lost respect for authority
You may have thought your actions were true
Look where I landed, I owe it all to you
Had I been held accountable for the ugly things I did
But you kept shielding me long after I was a kid
So next Tuesday you’ll get a good look at me
When they lift the blinds and raise the gurney
Yes, when they raise the gurney for all here to see
Someone else should be up here right next to me
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