Twenty plus years,
You're walking freely thumping the hairy chest,
Whispering as I pass,
That's my initial seed,
Needle sharp and shapely,
And yet you've done nothing beyond donating DNA!
Where are the nine goats?
Where are the three rams for Kiama?
Yes, why is your Riika lenient, you were to be made an outcast,
Wasn't she so innocent,
And she swallowed your errors bitterly,
Risked an exile,
Withstood ridicule,
Yet so freely you walked...
You gave her the tough choice,
To be yours or let the "error" survive poorly,
Her situation, orphan..
Made you a crude hero,
Thinking she had no choice...
It's twenty plus years,
Survival by mercy of well wishers and His grace,
Then your guts, wretched thoughts, dream of apology,
How lucky to get it so easily?
By the way,
Keep on calling me your son,
If you don't mind your soul,
You recommended my dismissal twenty plus years ago,
I won't mind,
Twenty plus years ago,
#001
Tracing The Roots: A madness Anthology.
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