Zywa Honourless

The pale one is watching me
with her big sad eyes
Ashamed I look at the manure
in which I live with Nena

Never should she, like me
be orphaned, daddy why
did you co-operate, why
didn't withdraw me from that honour

to make money in the temple
of the mother of us all
where men come
and pay for the fertility

of their cattle, oh heifer
I don't want anymore, but you
must be on heat again

otherwise you are more useless
than I, cast, thanks
for services rendered

Poem 1760
Amsterdam, 2018-05-17

Collection: Changing Times 
Keyword: Equality: inequality 
Keyword: Honour / Fame 
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