Friday, March 10, 2023

To My Son Panduleni

 I gave you a strong name

It means We are Thankful

But I do not feel Thankful

Just dissonance 

At the unflinching gaze

You cast upon the guinea fowl

When we slaughtered five

And they lay writhing and flapping

Headless before you

In contrast to

The tender way you pat my belly

And ask if my tummy is feeling better now

 

If I could wish one thing upon your nature

-Whatever claim I have on that-

 

Do not lose your joy

And always be kind

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