Jatlo Jatla

Jatlo Jatla 'Jatlo jatla is my name I shall seek no comfort that came life had made no good for me I am like a camel on the sea' 'Look my kids are gone beyond one by sickle and the other in pond the next day she joined in London leaving me in the dawn to mourn' 'Rose ran away to Region With a Wally and my wagon My money! Millions are gone O maker what will make it come' ‘My castle burn to ashes I am rich with no more riches I slept in the field all day On thorns and termites were I lay’ 'On clothes I had more but one Food I gave now a grain of corn Friend left me with hugs and kisses O maker what will make me please' 'I aim to end my lone life The sword was blunt and the knife, It gave me more than hell’s pain Death did not come one my plane' 'Who am I to have a name I shall seek no comfort that came Life had made no good for me i am like camel on the sea" Imitation of this poem will not be allowed. All rights reserved. Kidtirangleinc. kidtirangle@yahoo.co.uk