The Son of Whoever

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Ready to be taken by anybody
Ready to go anywhere
The sun of thunder
Though mute and blind
Can tell whoever will take him.

The sun of thunder
Engulfed in a tag of love
Thunder and lightening
Looking for the right to keep
Rambling and striking

They are at war
The grass suffer the loss
Unnoticed complaining, they’re destroyed
As the lovebirds outwit each other
Just for their destructive son

Parents increase to eight
All for one son
Yet none can provide for him
No stain of humanity left
Brutality in the kingdom of love and kindness

After five years, the fire is relit
A malnourished son, parents holding on
Claiming a share of the bare bones
Grass grumbles, unnoticed
The son: ready to be taken by whoever.

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