YES, SOON
Those dreams, father
Been stuck in the waiting room for so long
Endless prayer too
Waiting for your approval
Even though ‘useless’ is always big
“Soon,” you said, father.
The cocoons become butterflies
With a pair of wings of hope before him
I’m not trying to accept it
Fear of crimes and re-crimes
because, as you said before, father
I’m just kind of nervous
While you are never wrong
Then he repented the other day, in the polling booth
It’s like I chose the time of my death
Date, 11 October 2024
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