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by samuel Jun 1, 2005 category : Internet slang / sadness
I was not the one Who killed my father I was quite young When he died. I was a child, what could I know I was too dazed even to think They say he loved me Willed me grow great He played with me We sang in the eves. I was a child, what could I know I was too dazed even to think We hoped for brightness And for tomorrow Then he slumped To breathe his last. I was a child, what could I know I was too dazed even to think Dirge for me I pray Papa lives no longer Beady salt water drops From my sockets. I was a child, what could I know I was too dazed even to think Things happened too fast Leaving me stunned I racked my brain I rack it still. I was a child, what could I know I was too dazed even to think I cling onto mama Perhaps she\\\'ll keep Will console me well For days gone by. I was a child, what could I know I was too dazed even to think I search her eyes To find some faith She must stay here Always at my side. I was a child, what could I know I was too dazed even to think She too hurries away Abandons me quick I am raw and untaught I have learned no trade. I was a child, what could I know I was too dazed even to think My father\\\'s brothers Like not my face Gang together, they say We must squelch him. I was a child, what could I know I was too dazed even to think He must not be great Like his father How he struts Like the old block! I was a child, what could I know I was too dazed even to think This chip will be a cyber indeed If we tarry and lag Hound him like the jackal Aim at his blood. I was a child, what could I know I was too dazed even to think I run fast and scurrily I fain would live Great to be like papa Greater even than he. I was a child, what could I know I was too dazed even to think Now I am a man I truly can know I am not too dazed Even to think. I was a child, what could I know I was too dazed even to think
by Robie Lincer
Another nice poem!