The Right
This conjugal thing
Blissful before his arrival
Brief I thought, then loaned
In hope to wean our baby
The father’s allowed property
To take the right in dowry
Who truly owns her mammary?
The child or the payer of the dowry?
Suck not to dryness these oranges
My favourite little ornaments
To me her parents granted
The rights to suck and caress
Weak the soul of the mighty
Like a candle to the fire
Weak the heart of a warrior
When child borrowed his woman
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