The Baboons Village(The Baabo And Baboon) Poem by sallam yassin

Story of ancient
In lips of current
In a town of Baabo
The king was Baabo
In those times as vast as they can go
And as longest as they can know
In Exploitation flash and bones
The people
And every wealth is for Bbaabo
The peasant in one law of Baabo
Should give the whole owns to baabo

And every bride in very first night
Was in his will
The fount- babe for Baabo
And the whole first week
By law of Baabo
She was for Baabo
And no smiles and every cry
But only for please of Baabo
Ruthless and hardship how to appease him

Baabo rose in his care son of sheepherder
Who he killed and took his wife in hold
The lad nicknamed by funny monkey
As he charmed
The King- Baabo
He was always with him
To Make him smile
And he calls the lad monkey - the son
And he was as known the only son of Baabo
But no hope by tutoring of Baabo
To make Monkey a good man for state

The king of shadows then had a dream
In nightmare of nights
He seen a Baboon old
The wise tells him
Your days end is in last
And in line
In hands of my son this fall
He never doubt that Baboon is king of rivals of Mountains

In that last days of fall
His son is always out of sight
He sent his eyes spy out to search and watch
Where his son wanders out
And why doesn’t keep his company warm

And they saw him with maid young and in her charm
He calls her Barni and he was in her love
He asked oh - the monkey going to be a man
But he knew the first night is mine
So let for nigh of wedding and prepare for the night
But monkey knew
The slew of his father
And knows
Barni only for him and the days he wait- came
As the nation needs a leader not Baabo
So he prepared his dagger
And he asked his Barni
To prepare the bed and pass
To river bank of Baboons
And wait
And if doesn’t come by mid of night
She should carry in run and pass
And he prepared his kinsmen
For attack of night
And by mid of night the Baabo had come drunk
As a snake in creeping to cave
As came to bed the dagger of monkey is waiting the Baabo in dark
And he put it in his darkest in heart
And as he bleeds in bed sheets white
In his moan last ask the[ Baboon]- your father
And you killed me- monkey
And no funny in that
So the moon came pink at that night
And the water of river purple as wine came
And the night was the Barni’s and Baboon’s
And no more the village is Baabo’s
But for people of Baboons
And people live in there’s
In fair's life and finest last