Rags Father

Cain's father if not all bad for the effort should never be handed over later dad severe liver

To the lake for basahan
if in the head so winding
berteleku in surau worship God
cold night enveloped the body

Do not be handed over father's rags
let rabak, breaking a thousand threads
let crumpled, dusty twitch
no day care dad so sebu

My father's rags
dull and sour-smelling
days of washed maternal
they love to be telling

Cain's father is now gone bad
Mother's father since both go
an inch less still living on the porch
there be a sign of eternal