BEHOLD MY DAUGHTER
BEHOLD MY DAUGHTER
Mother night is that night
When the moon is fully ripe
And down it goes, falling from the weak branch
Rolling down the cliff
To the skull of a victim whose life the mighty had taken,
Wishing she had lived again
Thinking of that day when she dated the night
Going against the rules.
When the sons of perdition bid her adieu
Having harvested her daffodil.
Toasting her to the fullest.
Drawing every sugar from her and leaving her in her own pool of blood,
Wearing her natural costume.
Mother night is that night
When the executioner thrusted the axe
Into the pound of flesh
Engulfing the circulation of the ocean of blood
Springing the soul of mother's loving son,
Who was of a Buccaneer.
He paid dearly with his blood,
Having bit-hacked a damsel who refused to be his date.
She was as well her mother's loving daughter.
Never shall it be well, the damsel's mother said:
He shall die same way.
And the loving son's mother said:
Same way shall he die.
So goes the curse.
Mother night is that night
When an occult man gives his wife away,
The greatest of all sacrifices
But he had to…,
His account was low.
It was painful
But he summoned courage
Picking the warrior's dagger.
Do it! Do it!!
His feathers cried.
He knelt down beside the crystal mirror
Watching his loving wife giving regard to nature.
My love, I just have to do it, I need money.
He drove her mad and watched her expand.
Mother night is that night
When you lie in the dark comfort of your room
And you feel the cool hands of the underworld.
Wake up!
There beside your bed lies the last one you killed.
A dark figure was pasted on your wall on the left
And when you try reaching out to touch,
The thunder strikes and lightning sleeps through the room.
Take a look at the figure again, it's on the right.
Try getting the touch again
The dog barks heavily and then the owl hoots
And then the memories of all your victims navigate through
Your heart.
Coming in like manner at which you slew them,
Crying as if there was help.
What happened that night was normal
Winter comes with thunder and lightning.
A dog barking and an owl hooting at night is more of a guarantee.
The cool hands?
Your concubine just touched you.
There on the left wall is your jacket,
And on the right, your raincoat.
But wait!
Why are you trembling?
Your hands are not clean?
Well-They will surely come for you
The good news is that-
You shall shout, but none shall hear till death comes.
Behold My Daughter, is one of E. L. Teddy's creatively penned down pieces composed on the eve of August 2018. This poem addresses the major problem the world is facing today.
Every stanzas and lines are carefully crafted to address these matters as they relate to individual persons as well as groups; men and women, rich and poor; and even the youth.
Don't just rush or be in haste to finish it. Relax, as I digest every line, exploring the in-depth message and satisfying your desperate soul. Trust me, it will bring satisfaction to your soul.
CONTENT/POETIC ANALYSIS
Behold My Daughter, is a poem of 5 stanzas with about 69 lines. The repeated statement "Mother night...." does not really point to a particular night, but all nights. There isn't a night without evil, the only difference is who it befalls and when it does.
In stanza one, attention is drawn to a girl who believes she's grown enough to take care of herself; she has outgrown correction, leaves the house at will, and returns whenever she wants to.
This time, she wasn’t that lucky. She left the house against her mother’s will to meet one of her lovers. Along the way, she encountered a certain guy who had earlier asked her out to be his girlfriend, but she had turned down his proposal. This encounter wasn’t like the usual ones they’d had in the past. This time, it was not friendly, it was bloody. The said guy, along with other members of his group, was on a deadly mission.
Upon seeing her, the boy ordered that she should be dealt with(rape); they all obeyed, and all took turns to rape her. She could not escape nor survive it; she passed away in the process, and they dumped her body there in the street.
In stanza 2, a reference is made to the guy who masterminded the rape and gruesome murder of the young lady addressed in stanza 1. He also reached his unexpected end. There was a clash between his cult group and a rival group, and the clash brought his life to an abrupt close as he was bit-hacked and taken down by his rivals. His mother, upon receiving the heartbreaking news, could not hold her peace but laid a curse on whoever had done such a thing to her beloved son. Shockingly, the mother of the pretty girl he had killed also laid the same curse. It didn’t take long for the curse to take effect on the very boy who had dealt with and killed her daughter.
In stanza 3, Mother Night is described as that night when an occult man had no other option than to get rid of his wife for wealth, for power, for a position of authority. She was the very woman he loved so much, yet he had to do it because that was his vow. The process wasn’t friendly. A dagger was handed over to him as he looked at his wife sleeping peacefully on the bed, her image displayed on the crystal mirror. He whispered, “My love, I just have to do this. I need money.” And he did it, he thrust the dagger into his wife’s body as she struggled till death came.
Stanza 4, in its totality, speaks about guilt. The truth is, people who have eliminated someone: whether directly or indirectly, will never tell you what they go through every blessed day. Some of them cannot sleep in their own houses(The very ones they built). They can’t stay alone during the day, let alone at night. Virtually everything scares them.
But the big question asked in stanza 5 is: Why you?
And I know that you know why they are after you. The truth is, they will surely come for you. You will seek help, but help will never come.
All these we have listed are the very things happening every day in our society. The rate at which young girls are being murdered daily is becoming uncontrollable. Let’s be very careful.
MORAL LESSON
- Never outgrow correction, especially from those who are higher than you on the social ladder. Ignoring corrections might be dangerous.
- There is every tendency that anyone who eliminates another is likely to be eliminated. In fact, a butcher is often butchered by another butcher.
- Be careful with your desire for power and wealth so you never sacrifice your loved ones for it. Wealth and power are elements of life that are never given freely.
- A cultist only knows when he is going out. Whether he will return is unknown. Returning is a gamble. The chances of coming back alive or dying are 50–50.
Well, I don’t know if you already know this. If you do, good. If you don’t, now you know. Make a decision today, and let it guide your life.
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