He breaks her heart with his endless lies,
And avoids looking into her deep green eyes..
She comes close reminding him of their Lord,
And tells him time is short to reconsider his abode..
He still insists on his filthy whims,
And thinks there’s more time & lashes his fins..
And oh dear reader don’t think he’s dumb,
He prays & to the Lord’s house he’s gone..
How will her days end & how more can she bear,
And when will he wake up or won’t he ever care..
I wish I was able to lend her a heart,
& give him some faithfulness from my tiny mart..
But not all we wish for comes our way,
And staying unsoiled is wrong on this day..
It’s now very common to see big ones fib,
And not taking care of those coming of their ribs..
Little ones are walking down this road,
And tomorrow will be filled with all dirty codes..
I’m mad at him & all the rest of them,
For not seeing anything other than their stems..
I’m so scared of him, him & him,
And my fears are growing with every hair trim..
Will I grow older & deal with masks,
And bury my heart & live a life of tasks?