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Years ago you climbed the mango tree
On an alibi to see both of them

They talked in the sala of your house
And went inside your room
After they kissed
You did not wait for reason
Before they
Can undress
You shot him dead
You spared her
Your wife because you loved her

15 years in prison
You were released to find yourself

In this bigger prison
Without love

All that you can find in her
And her children are barbed wires

Uncle John, tell me
Which do you prefer now?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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