No Need For a Marshal
You are the lip, she the nose, I the throat
old or new, none is keen on the age
to stay as one mind is a huge coat
the hurt from any stone we can manage
even if we are many for the boat
to us, Life is open for patronage
we do not sink but stay atop to float
all to make it out of an orphanage
a weak chic may fall deep down in the port
all hang to help even if it is to import
dusk to dawn, we will give our support
no need for any to be racial
no need to feel less or more when social
we are one with no need for a marshal.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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