The Woman On Wet Cloth Poem by Ebi Robert

This long break we go
your ears, not fancy my children.
Back the lane we miss
I on wet, you will reach.

Elation ahead, alight treat-ferry.
Embark this ailment, I will sweat
O’ sons I pledge.
Tally no way elongate.
I win, I see the domain.

Boys out of home, I know.
Stones on their head as the head,
that we see all fine.
All trivial I on wet.
Impolitic, if I don’t.
I’ll be man, one more time.

Frustrating this home you left behind.
Piqued am I, all through empty pams.
O’ life, TARIYE, I struggle and
See you rumple
with bundles on my head
Just to fulfill my pledge.

Well, I will wait.
No mistake on play
for it is time to eat
That I’ve sowed.

But this cloth, I wont throw.
Those sons are naked
they will wear
when they hear.