I am a helpless mother, always weeping in pain,
Rapped by my adopted son.
He came to me, a wanderer, lost and torn,
And I, with open arms, sheltered him and gave him home.
But now I grieve, for the choice I made,
This son of mine! his soul is decayed.
He turned against me, heartlessly cruel,
He is a murderer, a rapist, breaking every rule.
My home once had laws, built on trust, patriotism, love, and unity,
But he trampled them all, like a serpent in a bird's nest.
No thought for a brother and nor thought for a sister,
He kills the innocent ones, their blood now whispers.
He has led others astray, stolen all I could give,
Leaving me empty, struggling to live.
Once, I was strong, but this son tore me apart,
Ripped all the peace from my home and tore my heart to pieces.
He takes from my resources, my pride,
He gathers the weak ones to stand by his side.
They feast on my pains, because of his greed,
Ignoring the love that that I once offered.
Oh, what sin did I commit in bringing him in?
Was I wrong to trust the plastic smile on his face?
Now I am broken, a mother in me lost,
Roughly rapped, and betrayed by my own adopted son.
I weep in the night, as my world is no more,
I am helpless, with no hope of recovering from these painful wounds.
But was I wrong to care?
For now, I am lost and helpless.
Andrew Bugembe.