Remind me not of those weary days
When the birds used to be landlords
Chirping and dancing all day.
Their eggs were our daily meal.
One son, one spoilt egg,
Two daughters, half an egg.
Take my mind off that sight
Which makes my mind a ton heavier.
Where the goat now price man in the market,
One man, two rotted bronze
Two boys, half a bronze.
Do not disturb my sleep
For I have broken my back even before my golden jubilee.
Now I rest on the table of water
With my cloth dry as ever.
One life, one torn garment
Two dead, half a white garment.
Castrate the fear in you
Which makes you jelly like.
My face is contrary to my mind.
One thrill, one mischievous smile
Two thrills, half a snort.
My head is in need of a vacuum cleaner.
I need to offload this mighty burden
Drilling a deep hole in my heart.
For one hole is one arrest
And two holes, half alive.