IN MY FATHER’S HOUSE

IN MY FATHERS HOUSE
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Has my father a house or a hut?
has he even a roof to cover his head? talk less of us?
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How can I talk about my father’s house when he has not gotten a room.
How can I tell about the furniture?
when he’s not got a stool.
How can I talk about the meals?
when he’s not got a pot of soup for mama.
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How can I talk about my father’s house
when it is a university for mouse
who in course of doing their IT,
destroyed all of mama’s beautiful wrappers and blouse,
fed on certificates and books.
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Have I a tale to tell
or a tell to tale
when in my father’s house,
we do nothing but to gadabout,
seeking where to lay our head.
What a tragic tale of my father’s house
Which had nothing to write home about
So let me just lay my head and sleep on this beautiful choky bed.
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� Modest King