Benevolence, Disguise

Mommy, I wish not to take part on the atrocity 

Of that monstrosity called political dynasty

Separate me from Father, for I am witness

How beneath the blazing sun, his low weary back bends

Still, l wish to win and carry the legacy

Oh, my daughter, you bring me pride and glee

You’ve saved our family from misery

Let our name slither through their halls like creeping vines

Coiling around their hearts with silent might;

Show them that you are no different from me