donald sangster brown

Sangkie Son

sangkie mi fren
fire side get cold
not so long ago it seemed
short pants likkle bwoy
is now eighty odd years old
it was nice times
those days when
we responded well
to steel bottom and craven a
making yam hills at swaing spring
the man relish girls and prettyness
indians to him is best
to this day a certain miss worl minister
is close to the sangkies chest
the real soldier soldier
tappa tap idren
im pot cut trakkle
the fireside get cold
dear mother god have mercy
on sangkie prettycups soul.

Topic(s) of this poem: nostalgia

Poem Submitted: Friday, November 15, 2019

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Comments about Sangkie Son by donald sangster brown

  • donald brown (12/13/2019 5:36:00 AM)

    bad lakka yaws, wooiii, wooiii

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