We followed our grannies to shrines
Kneeling to lifeless figures with a lively look
A quest to be in the book
The book of the living so we escape hell
Though each passing day never got well
From our ambitious fathers
We learnt how to spit venom
And that separation is an accepted norm
While taking drunkardness as a catalyst
In a pursuit that us the worst
Our mothers could not let us go
Without a small lesson on envy
Let alone before dressing us with enemity
A complete denial of humility
As we were made to fight their fights
Free at last now we scream
Because we found Christ to imitate
As we rest on love and trust in peace
Living decorated by joy; filled with patience
Opening a completely new chapter in our story
Monday, September 27, 2010
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