Song Of the Orphan II
I wept for my mother and father
And my bourgeois kinsmen and women
Were whispering//Look , a grieving orphan weeping over his dead parents ,with a thought of making them whole again//
I remembered the things that I had started to miss about my late parents and these kinsmen and women were warming up themselves with blankets by the fire and bottles of local brew in their piteously mangled hands
It does not take fortnight to know a man's true colours.
Some of the kinswomen were spotted sidling around my mother's closet looking fine jewerly and clothes.
They pretended to be drunk and were forgiven
Now the awaited day arrived
The last day for my mother and father to leave in a fine mansion
And they were to be left to the cruel soils of the earth.
But we were burying a couple whose cause of death no one knew .
And claimed that they just dropped dead
Right now all the mourners' faces were worn out not due to lack of sleep
My parents are gone, gone to live in the depths of the soil
The procedure is that after being laid
To rest in eternal peace,the soil will begin to swallow them, and the bodies will corrupt
And after that condolences will be sent to me
A week later they will start to forget that my father and mother even existed
And even the relatives I thought I knew
Will prove to that it goes without saying
And I will have to be aloof
But will they watch me suffer
My parents loved them so much and when they always visited they dined ,wined and clothed in the finest garment