Young Heart. Poem by Pius Khisa

Down slow, son,
Today:
Roaming like a stray dog,
Is no good.
Salivate at women's thighs not;
Fold your itchy hands not to fondle their bare chests....

Let erection determine direction not,
This wagging tail,
Shouldn't splash water into every pot-
It will make a sad tale...

Daily he comes-
Wearing expensive smile,
In flashy cars...
Eating words with a tongue foreign,
But mine daughter, your heart hold.

Lick not the sugary tongue,
Let eyes open-
Whilst listening to his song:
Read his mind,
Before you do...