Medea

You confuse facts with feelings for the sake of convenience.
You condemn what’s right; to what’s wrong you show lenience.

But the future belongs to the bold and the amorous:
abandoned wives are at best unglamorous.
You expect her to step aside,
acknowledge defeat by the new young bride;
shout a bit maybe, cry her woe,
but ultimately – to let him go.
Deep down we want her to, let’s admit:
the social order depends on it.
Anything else is too much of a chore:
this whining about justice is a bit of a bore.
We’ve all homes to go to – the show must go on

MESSENGER

One tries to keep a balanced view
of humans and the things they do;
but speaking for moi and moi alone
this is too naughty to condone.
What could be easier to condemn
than a mother abandoning her children?
A mother’s task is to protect:
unnatural should she defect.
Surely she should take the hit –
let him get away with it –
spare those lambs the fear and pain,
sacrifice herself, not them