Two poems



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It’s amusing when cultured people

speak of the fragility of relationships

 

If not for the rituals and rites

None could stop their separation

After a heartbreaking bitter fight

 

They hide their scars with jewelry

Treat their progeny like trophies

And the adhesive that binds them

are archaic rules laced in humdrum

 

they do not speak to one another

but speak for each other

they call it love and care

instead of a shared despair

 

take it easy when the cultured ones speak

had they known, would future be so bleak?

 


 

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