Wingless Fowl Poems

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1.
Funeral

They were mewling at the veranda of their house.
Clasping relatives, regretting the dead.
I stood there by a sapling, muddled.
Sobbing menage everywhere.
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2.
Racist

Illegal I was in the world where
She lived. For her, I wasn't an heir
Of the throne but a middle class.
She was an exam I couldn't pass.
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