Kindreds

I DON'T KNOW By the village tree Sat its simpatico kinsmen Gathered under Solomon's shadow Smoking pipe of tobacco leave Telling tales of women While waxing crafty willows In their proclivity To whine, laugh and grieve As their wrinkle weighs tittle tears *********** Mothers chinwags About their men prowess, Bickering in breathe-like sound As others cajole and buttress, Some scalawag Dressed in Judas gown Posed like an actress Took mouth to ears Before two men - old good friends... And they wrestled themselves to the ground ************ Their children plays peekaboo, All lost in the glowing night, Crickets chirping with silence Dogs barking, Women bickering, Waxing men wrestling, Kids playing, The dark stage illumine The lantern refereed - Dimming in dramatic plight ********** Red-capped chiefs Staggered to the scene The hubbub tot up glean With all its facts, Caused lovers to become strangers And friends swore to be foes Each tasting the sands Pointing fingers Up high and the dusty moon Cooed the stars in one accord ************* Later in the night Aggrieved men seeks a brother Cuz they couldn't sleep under their covers As amity is lighter while Hatred weighs lead, Fielding mothers Longs for the warmth of peace As carefree Children Snores under their sheets And before the co ck crows, Pride were sheathed by fathers With all agreeing That they all live for others