faced with heroism on one hand
cowardice staring at you on the other
you fell into the arms of villainy
brother you are on the dung heap of history
we waited with bated breath
for we thought you were the mid wife
there would be much ululation and whistling
the mid wife then became the murderer
brother, you chose not to be a warrior
could not resist the allure of trinkets
you have lots of company in villainy
these are memories of a miscarried era
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