A letter To Grandpa

Permit me go straight to the point, is your butt stuck to that armchair? From the womb I saw you sat there, Now I near the tomb, you're still there Grandpa, is that your heritage? Why hold fast with eagle's grip?

Off it you knocked off big brother, Sent him to shake hands with ancestors Now like fish he's smoked on strange soil, Why do this evil to your fellow blood?

You overturned the table with trickery, And sat your butt like King Kong.  You run your household with iron fist And set eyes everywhere to watch your back, What are you scared of, old man?

Your skin is older than your hair, Can you bribe age with goat's hair? A sower of wheat must reap wheat. Now you dread your own kind, You flood your yard with watchdogs, They watch your step like guardian spirits, You spend every dime to oil their lips. When you sneeze everyone catches cold. Are you a bear to your household? You zip every mouth that points a finger And give them a bed in a parrot's cage. Can a cage turn a parrot into a dumb? The neighbours are all watching!

You sneak out and in like rat moles, How long will you run from your shadow? Your hands are painted with camwood, Why are your children deserting you? See how they flock into neighboring houses, You set your forest on wild fire. Why would the beasts not flee for refuge?

Now amend your ways while time rolls. Get your wrinkled butt off that armchair. Do with haste before it gets scorched. Those parrots you caged at the backyard Are muttering your name day and night. Amend your ways before you become one Grandpa.

I sincerely mean no disrespect,

Your grandson!