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A quick glimpse of him
As we passed each other...
To the barracks ...
questions to be answered.
He was tied, no sense to fight.
My head remained lowered
no words must be uttered.
They must not know
That he was my father!
With arms hoisted up with chains,
Repeatedly battered and whipped
“Why can’t they not be satisfied,
to the answers I provide?”
Few more grueling days, I stayed
Before they lead me away.
Upon my return...
Father, my dear...
never made it home.
He was taken to sea,
Limbs bound to weights
that planted him below...
never to surface again
to see the light of day.
His memory,
I held close to my heart.
Remembering good old days
Together we spent.
In his absence,
I promised to hold his fort
Keeping my kin safe...
as he would have done
lovingly so..
As we passed each other...
To the barracks ...
questions to be answered.
He was tied, no sense to fight.
My head remained lowered
no words must be uttered.
They must not know
That he was my father!
With arms hoisted up with chains,
Repeatedly battered and whipped
“Why can’t they not be satisfied,
to the answers I provide?”
Few more grueling days, I stayed
Before they lead me away.
Upon my return...
Father, my dear...
never made it home.
He was taken to sea,
Limbs bound to weights
that planted him below...
never to surface again
to see the light of day.
His memory,
I held close to my heart.
Remembering good old days
Together we spent.
In his absence,
I promised to hold his fort
Keeping my kin safe...
as he would have done
lovingly so..
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