The Papa cool

 

Bob teaches maths
like Hàorán, Kobayashi,
François, Salim, Sampath.

In the midst of differences
The content is the same,
Like the name of the game.

‘Come to my school
they are the fools
come run run
don’t go to them
you’ll miss the fun

I know the logic
I have the magic
I’ll show you all the trick’,
Says each Papa cool. 

Against nature

 

Past…
hatred, violence.

Continents, countries,
neighbours, families,
lost in the land,
in the sand
of frozen memories…

living on the mounds
in the deeds of the dead.

Against nature
where love breeds like
a loving seed from the 
depths of destruction