I hope Momma will get happy someday for me.
I wish to become the source of Momma's happiness.
Days come and go but Paapa does not return.
The aboard for which we dwell tire us a lot.
We can never complain since there is no choice.
"You are just a child" Momma told me when I complained.
Do children ever complain? Do they get any chance to talk apart from the tears?
I know one day will be better but is it assured?
The big bellied ones never complain. They talk to us in a rush.
The road to happiness must not be far. For I also wish to see our Val's. They must never laugh again at us.
They should not make us slaves no more but who will ensure that?
They are our source of nutriments. If we cry they will roar.
Show no regret Momma, for good days will surely come.
From the Poem Book of Victor's Oright.
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