He is producing one child after another
And saying,
God is giving,
The Giver of it,
The Maker of all.
His wife is turning into a skeleton
And he is saying,
God is giving,
Mark his old mentality,
Conservatism.
The children like a battalion move aimlessly
On the footpaths
Like ragpickers
And he is saying,
God the Master knows it all.
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