Old Boys

Started by ThatYorùbáGuy, Monday, 11 September 2023, 11:04 PM

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Old Boys

cries herald us to this newfoundland
with innocent-ribbon;
upon our life toil has no hold.
Then earth shape sons of us
sneaking up our behinds: sly snake.

No time to play boy.
on that night we stand
when free bread leave tables
so we welcome toil
dawn open our eyes; work call for slaughter,
the boy died.







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