A father looks on at his empire: buildings, walls, business
Rent, money, tax, segments of one father’s real son.
His DNA son looks at a picture, a picture of his
Father at a young age working a hard farm life.
He sees hunger.
Hunger not for a roast dinner but for an empire.
The DNA son looks into his father’s eyes,
Pools of his own blue.
A cricket match.
Another opportunity for a father to disappoint.
The DNA son looks to the crowd for a father’s unforgiving face.
The match has been won, but the crowd don’t understand
Why one of the players is not smiling.
The son looks up, sees his father, by his side,
He’s looking at his son’s poem,
Tears are rolling down his face.