I am blind to your abhorring actions my wife
I thought fifty years ago
When we started, you should have been matured by now
Be able to feed our kids
and secure their livelihoods
But look, my wife!
You have plundered
killed
and maimed
the future of our daughters and sons
We've become a laughing stock
In our neighborhoods, my manhood is dead
But
I am still blind to your lies and extravagance, my wife
As all our savings and funds go into satisfying your greed
You've sold our animals and jewelries
left our precious animals at the mercies of hyenas in the overseas
You've partnered with fellow hos
Gone around the world like a headless chicken
Shaking hands with flawed speeches about our suffering
Yet we know you've squandered all for your extravagant-greed
You beg yet there is abundant at home - you fool!
You've hurt our image and culture
You've shamelessly dined and wined in corrupt beds
But listen my wife!
We're not impoverished
Despite these plunders and death of our sons and daughters
They've worked hard to bring sanity in the affairs of our home
But I am still blind to your drunken wickedness
Because I love you,
Waiting for you to come and fall in love with your children
Who languish in the cold and demons of poverty
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