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 phase to be outgrown in time.
But it often cascades into crime after crime.
They do a little bit of time after time.
Years wiggling by into the bin of wasted lives.
My country is much like a fatherless household.
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