Seemingly Harmless
The words of the “elders” flew over my head, they’d become irrelevant to me, all deceiving, lying, and greedy. They hadn’t spoken up for me, rather they’d stomped on me. The gods whom their stories were told, in whom my faith lay, and absolute trust and reverence lay on, abandoned me. The sand bore no witness to me, my father, and my fathers who fathered him, kept mute. So I turned my ears and eyes away from thieving, shameless elders, and while they screamed, raining curses on me I gave my back to them, and I walked into my home.