Nineb Poem by Itohan Stephanie #

I was told, my father was a warrior with my little brain struggling to comprehend
How can I cling to a vain knowledge?
What will be my gain?
I guess it's clout
Even the narrator accused him of it


Only by whim, I bare this grudge
A spirit being wearing the coat of flesh
The Ancient Jew took it all in
And I was consoled

And of all the devils in my father's clan
I was top on
I dare to brag, I came from the clan of warriors
Of horrific blood shed flooded the clay to red, let my children partake not from this sin i plead
Dearest fate tidy up my future
Let my lions refuse to bring to my name shame and offspring unashamed, let them not be wise enough to forget my name

When ages ravages me to shreds
Toothless and grayed
And Alas, let my name give meaning.