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samuel munachim


I was a Child


I was not the one
Who killed my father
I was quite young
When he died.

I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think

They say he loved me
Willed me grow great
He played with me
We sang in the eves.

I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think

We hoped for brightness
And for tomorrow
Then he slumped
To breathe his last.

I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think

Dirge for me I pray
Papa lives no longer
Beady salt water drops
From my sockets.

I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think

Things happened fast
Leaving me stunned
I racked my brain
I rack it still.

I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think

I cling onto mama
Perhaps she'll keep
Will console me well
For days gone by.

I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think

I search her eyes
To find some faith
She must stay here
Ever at my side.

I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think

She too escapes
Abandons me quick
I am raw and untaught
I have learned no trade.

I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think

My father's brothers
Like not my face
Gang together, they say
We must squelch him.

I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think

He must not be great
Like his father
How he struts
Like the old block!

I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think

This chip will be a cyber
If we lag and tarry
Hound him like the jackal
Aim at his blood.

I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think

I run fast and scurrily
I fain would live
Great to be like papa
Greater even than he.

I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think

Now I am a man
I truly can know
I am not too dazed
Even to think.

I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think

Submitted: Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Edited: Saturday, August 14, 2010

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