A feast was thrown and
I was the centre of celebration
Mind you, I wasn't the celebrant
But I was the object of merriment
Not for my strength and wits
Not for my upright stature
But they feasted
cos they had finally won
so they thought
What a pity— not for me
For the sky can never meet the earth
What a waste of feast
By: Sambasy
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