Tears

Kung Fu Love

Tears

Small framed…

She often sits by the stream just waiting

The boys often pick on her…

Toss stones at her as she waits

She says, My Brother will hurt you…

Best you go away

But the Boys don’t listen…

They often stay

She’s been waiting there for weeks…

Her blue eyes reflecting the stirred water

Sometimes they come at night…

And throw her into the water

Wet hair she points at them…

You really shouldn’t have done that

My Brother… He shall come

And the boys just laugh, and call her names

Until her Brother Came

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