Chunu and Munu
I separated them from their parents on my Mum’s birthday (Falgun Seven)
I confined them in the 3l bowl on the democracy day (Falgun Seven)
I played Bob Marley:
Old pirates, yes, they rob i;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took i
From the bottomless pit……
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Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs…..
And they dance in the Redemption Song
In the Song of Freedom
Two li’l Fish
In 3l Bowl
Pebbles and Plants and corals
Artificials
At times I wonder
What do they live for?
In 3l Bowl?
For Pebbles and Plants and corals
And the Artificials?
Look at the Meaninglessness
Brother and Sister
Cousins
Lovers
Allies
Foes
Parents
Child-eaters
Ain’t it so Stupid?
To tend Fish…..
They fight for a morsel of grain
And then again start making love
Their Stupid rhythm
Their Stupid Cosmic Dance
Their Stupid wanderings
Sisyphus Under water
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