were not you the dad

Weren’t you the dad
who told all bedtime stories,
after you finished work?

Weren’t you the dad
who was looked at in awe,
gathered me warmly as a child,
shattered all my blues in the teens,
entertained guests with fun and frolic?

A hero you were in real
now you turned a distant story,
distant to the society
on the other side of law
as I gather from bizarre pictures.

Let there be reprieve,
I shall tell you back
all my prayers I say to God,
for peace and remorse!

I believed in you
and I continue to do.