Amasowonmwan

AMASOWONMWAN At arm's, I am but your brethren, Ne pas comrade Pour food, most have sold Their Honors for gold Others, a pot of pottage The tree only bends to the wind Because it doesn't know how to do otherwise Ainsi be wise, precautions taken Births no aftermaths You are not your father's son Lest, you wear the family's emblem Upright; Off white greyish, ripen with time Solely relying on faith Hoping for the best, Yet ignoring all good Seeing nothing right with better. Amasowonmwan Strangers shan't lay a curse on you, Nor take your portion A few know your real names? Iten edo Even the gods forbid that a father bury a son But then also The child is the father of the man Alright? The darker the skin colour The deeper the roots, For sour sweet tastes the truth Like rumor, solid liquid smells it flavour Symbolisms of our ancestral struggle. Fear what you know Not the unknown, All these and more Are reasons why people drown At ovia river. ghops