Zywa
Next-door
Nowadays it is quiet next-door
The son coaches the junior football team
and does the shopping
father is with the archery club
I was in bed and couldn't do anything
when the neighbourÂ’s daughter cried out
It was the night of the club
father wouldn't come home until late
A few months later she moved
Sometimes I see her totter
on stiff legs, wide apart
in which her scream grew rigid
She avoids the people
Again I can't do anything
As when I see her brother
I donÂ’t know how to punish
and help him
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