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aiq’a
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howdhury
A
queer tale I must now tell thee A strange but true a tale it’ll be
I
t’s oddness may be hard to grasp But that’s why I tell thee, and not the mass.
T
he name’s lost, I’m a fettered soul
Circumcized, not my absolute whole
I
may be dead or alive Undone perhaps, but keen to survive.
I
may look like your humble steed But I’m neither that nor a feathered breed.
T
hese scales you see, you must ignore I’ve had them since so long before.
A
nd these fine furs on my skin Are made of tar and dolphin fins
I
let you know I did not look this way during my time...
...during my day.
Y
ou see...
N
ot long ago, when your kind came and took over our domain
T
hey built a house that made dark clouds and told us it was for our gain.
O
ur greens turned black, our blues turned gray Darkness filled the light of day
W
e worried much, we did not know Have our friends turned into foe?