With hair from our fathers body we were dressed to impress.
from the finest weavers who were especialy blessed.
Fruits made to make you merry as the food was shared.
with hoots of laughter carrying the old ones now unaware.
The family was more old and young now.
And the parents had a task to tend.
The harmony had ended like the plow!
Man was now bent over something to mend!
There was discontent and drunkeness,
and fights both mouthed and spilled.
Fairness unlearnt in foolishness,
brought flight towards the distant hills.
I remained with my father to tidy up the place.
holy bloodstained splatters of the human race.
I wear his clothes that he made himself!
Sharing my robes of all the worlds wealth!
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