Choocool Tala
Was first one my own mom?
Possibly she smiled all along
Used sexist words, so called?
Simply looking at ‘Golden Cock’
We have heard ‘boy is a dear’
Let’s be honest; make it clear
The jobs are divided as they were
There’s boss, a foreman and labor
Each has a place, duties and order
So boy meant future-commander
It was right to see them celebrate
A tool was real source for respect
I saw a rosary around it; in Cyprus
Choochool
As
A gold key
Good or bad or sexist
It’s been there; realist
Let things change and cultures
As do tool of living or murder
But see then as truth, be aware
Look at now as it is for todays
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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