Treason

Sad, Sad
When we have to say good bye
In a snipers clutch
Those we thought that loved us
Family as it’s called
Hacksaws off your branch
And you are not sure exactly what happened
Everything you did and said out of love
Has been spun in so many ways
As if the parent had been unremarkable
In influencing their child’s emotional well-being in the world
And the child is stuck so deep in primitive evil
There ends up being no airspace
Large enough to breathe
Simply gasp in disbelief
That a time could come
When the old world saying
“You are dead to me”
Becomes so well understood
There is no retort
Only retreat
So far away from justifying
Your own good deeds.