open to criticism. enjoy.
baby child
born over the equator
your life is set
to sail through smooth waters
as you paddle with golden oars
oars of the gold
of your forefather's loot
row safe baby child...
but remember my own dear child
born under the heat of the burning sun
that brings life and happiness
brightening the earth
remember my child
whose gold you now own
he has no oars to row
turbulent waters of our land
he must fight and evade the wild of the sea
lest he be
another of the many drowned
unfree
he will paddle with his bare hands
that through them
life will come to his soul
immeasurable
the lessons he will learn
and wisdom he will gain
as you row with oars of stolen gold
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