THE TWO WOMEN
Women
here worked. Your mom did too.
To
her husband her livelihood was not
due.
Each
time she felt too satiated she got a divorce
In
spite of lonesome children, without remorse.
Women
there did not work, so didn’t my mom.
She
depended on her husband everything from.
Any
time he felt dissatisfied he took a new wife
In
disregard of her and the kids’ helpless life.
The
kids, you and I, didn’t have a nearby dad.
The
male parent’s absence caused us to be sad.
And
our moms had to find each another mate;
The
fake fathers only made us dislike or hate.
And
the mothers had new kids with new men;
And
we had half-brothers and half-sisters then,
Step-brothers
and step-sisters, not to mention:
Flesh-and-blood with not sank
in contention.
The
privations we had to suffer in our infancy
And
the grief we got was mental
stringency.
Children
grew up with
that legacy they bore.
The
tragedy repeated as
it used to be
before.
Well,
it is now time for us to put on our cloaks
Supposedly
to play the roles of our old
folks.
But,
with science, technology, soar like
kites:
Sex
revolution, women rights, children rights.
Pregnant
teenagers, juvenile single mothers,
Fatherless
babies, HIV and AIDS, and others.
To
think of the same plight for our own kids
What
choices should we try to make our bids?
Western
civilization is so absorbing a sphere:
The
gals there have followed the girls
here.
You
would instinctively take part in such evil
Regardless
of any social or moral retrieval.
I
advocate those who appeal to ethical values,
Who
have lived their lives in the due avenues,
And
young ladies with abstinence pledge fresh:
Independent from the flirts and from the flesh.
THANH-THANH