It was only after your death that I realised

Why you disliked windy weather

I never knew exactly why

or what the 'philosophers' at the orphanage

did to you.

I only knew that you were buried

with a back full of the little white scars

inflicted by those sadistic bastards,

the Christian missionaries

of the hungry thirties,

on the backs of those babes

who dared to be born 

Illegitimately.