sábado, 30 de setembro de 2017

Parents are never heroes

I am my father's son,
perfect in all my brave wrath,
but what's done is done,
I grew and set my path.

For he might have seen
perhaps here he should belong,
near his true keen
that mirrors what he says is wrong.

But how on earth does a prince
points a finger at the king -
authority is something
unbreakable in this province.

28/07/2017

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