Who Knows The Truth? Poem by Abednego Oghenechovwiere Omashone

Your father didn't tel you the truth,
and oh, your mother did sold out the truth!
And now you're worse than the brutes
because you dance to deadly tunes
inspired by hell-bound muse,

But how sweet the crude flows
whispering seductively from the rude flutes!
And you dance!
Dance!
And dance, long into the farthest bush.
Tell me, do you still know your way back to your root
where you can trace your way roost?

I heard voices saying
"Papa is gone, Mama's gone too.
Now, how do I know the truth
if not from them two? "
wailling on, I the voices say
"somebody please, Take Me Home"...