Oh Failure
Oh, failure, I see you crowded
camping in my sitting room
when I go to bed you are there
in my orchards you’re the fruits
Spouse conceives and produces you
my children ride on your back
in school they write on your face
when they talk you grab their tongue
Stealthy you jot ideas in my letters
and deliver them to my snaky bosses
my eyes see you in every book I read
no freedom of conscience for me
Failure, did your mother send you,
to come and make me shade tears?
don’t you think now you have a lot?
Go back to your people, spare me!
I am not your clansman, whatever
my roots do not lie in your courtyard
not one grave of my ancestors is there
go, carry your banner high elsewhere
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