Taking another path,
in this concealed room
I react,
father I would like to apologize,
for in the dark times,
I questioned your presence
by my side,
as I lost love ones,
cursed your name
and if you where present homicide,
but is hard
to keep your mind clear of thought,
your lessons are no longer a serious path,
yet a business
they have created to win economic wealth,
how may I believe a man
who says carries your words,
I go to the bars
see him delighted with joy,
turn on the news,
another sew for child abuse,
how can I believe we are your sons,
if like wild animals
and cannibals we react,
or maybe is false
and you also had times
of psychopath thoughts?
If you created the world,
why is our leader
murdering innocents in war,
innocent people like flies
falling in the streets,
due to chaotic violence,
why are the best persons in the world
in certain time die?
And the evil ones
run around with much more life to provide,
several questions run to my mind,
in this room I react,
a dark room with a window
that only shows a shadow of a man,
yet today I am late,
for personally to you I choose to say
the events I have in mind,
in this I react,
I have my father and mother,
two brothers,
friends created to be
my second brothers,
when I slip to the abyss,
your hand is always there
to bring me back to reality,
a roof over my head,
not diagnosed with cancer nor aids,
dont have a bullet target in my head,
for in this room, I confess,
I blame you for my pass,
a historical event only to my mind,
cause you can wear your white robs,
and create a halo,
yet your wings wont be easy to get,
for in this concealed room
I apologize
for blaming you
for everything wrong in my life,
and thank you
for providing me
with everything I have,
even thought when our first conversation
back in my uncles grave,
you told me son,
all your questions have an answer,
why did I died,
got crucified in the wooden cross,
if all of your life,
you would always blame me
for the things you dont have
-che