'A man had two sons’; but one was a daughter, He divided his kingdom in three, Hope is a hare that swam in the water. A third lost to flood, a third went to slaughter, Squandering life on a spree, 'A man had two sons’; but one was a daughter. Fire and thud, blood and splatter, Death in an outhouse, why he not she? Hope is a hare that drowned in the water. Plaguing the mud, a vengeful Creator, Joy was locked up with a key, 'A man had two sons’; but one was a daughter. Slaughtered and burned, the scarce born creature, Mammon wants milk for his tea, Gone is the heir, blood rinsed with water. Gone are three thirds, despair comes after, Crazed in the field, unable to see, Found is the heir, blood's thicker than water. 'A man had two sons’; but one was a daughter.Poem by Alan McManus 20th Feb.'17 Publicity photo from: www.thelevelling.com
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