Coward
When the sun rises up there
I greet her “Good morning”
But the deaf woman is quiet
She answers me not in humility
Towards me she comes angry
Fiery, hot, fighting and firing
Without mercy shows me her tongue
Hot, piercing, scotching and wild
Off to my grandfather’s hut I dash
There she comes threatening
“Coward, coward, cowards, come!
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