Fatherless
When a household is fatherless
desperation drips from weathered eaves
the children tend to grow wild as weeds
slipping from rambunctious into mischievous..
People dismiss it as a faze-to be outgrown in time
but it often cascades into crime after crime
they do a little bit of time after time
years slipping by into the bin of wasted lives.
My country is much like a fatherless household.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2023
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