The Venom In Your Eyes Poem by Hannatu Pqrs

My mother is not yet cold
In her grave
Yet, you're already at it

‘Tis true I was the joy of her life
The apple of her eye
She gave me all she had

She bore you no grudges
You married her husband
And you are smarting over this

She may have left me untended
I dare say she underestimated you
You're capable of murder!

But I am right now with armour, you see
I have security
You cannot hurt me

Laugh a wicked laughter
If you like
Shoot those arrows through your eyes

My mother prayed for heavenly protection
For me
And neutralized the venom in your eyes