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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Baboon Dossier…….. By Peter Onyancha The child laughed, blurred There were little tears steaming The mother Baboon; a signature smile The story teller sustained – The Dossier: As I said, that was long ago We were like them, yes The humanbeings, with human things We used to wear cloths; our skins were delicate We struggled and caged ourselves in houses Even the feet cushioned with solace Shoes We have come a long way. Nature was alien, child But how, mummy how An intelligent child; curiosity – distinction How did we become today, mummy Will they successfully walk naked? Will they ever change, poor things! (Evolution – child, from mother ) And stop the baggage of those cloths And be free from fear; and become normal Mummy, do they also think! Child, you think too much Mummy prevails; they are not as bad In their homo-egosystem, they are fine You may not understand the science inside Ours is ecosystem; theirs egosystem “Ego” and “Eco” is too much, child Ask your dad, when he climbs down It takes millions of millions of time to develop When they become us, we will be their histories A Mercedes Benz with a flag – And another many other around it mill Then land rover with humans dressed like the bush Mummy, look, poor things Child, Listen before we go up home The flak you saw, flags the hope These creatures, too, cherish some hope The bush –like dressing is the vision A future, where they shall be, Child Where we are, Child When you grow up, run but learn The myths, the truths and the gem You will note them, child You will not then, chide!
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