After Junior explored her caves
Gate crashed through a missing gate
I came in to see no altar
In a broken calabash was my landing
Behind the curtains they called
Before the sun its my shadow alone
The simple archer let me to space
The bow showed me no direction
I came to attend Love’s funeral
I am another kilo to this careless son
Now unripe mama has an egg to hatch
I sit and watch the children play
Steal a glance of a family pray
… But my mother still needs a mother
And my father still has to play.
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