Where is my father, Papa
Oh, where can he now be?
Where is my mother, Papa
Tell me where can be she?
I see others have fathers
On their shoulders to freight
Others have mothers to take
To school and outside wait
See others eat best of snacks
During midday tiffin break
There’s no one to cook a dish
Just for my little joy’s sake!
The abandoned children two
Of a runaway faraway man
Seek the love evaporated
Their life an empty dry pan
The mother for some months
With them though remained
Didn’t fancy a life husbandless
Went a selfish way unchained
The little girls are with me now
Two legs of mine they hold
In God’s name, can I ever be
Be unkind to them and cold?
Xavier Bage
Tues, Aug 24, 2016
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