How do you
Choose between
Your country and your son?
Choose
Between
Staying, in a damp, dusty room
Of files and bribes and the promising
Pension that barely pays rent
And your boy follows your footsteps
Complaining that the hardships
Of his generation are worse
Decay, closed doors and unemployment
Getting grades not as important
As knowing the right faces
On a first name basis
And work ethics can suck it
Liberation from foreign forces
Is easier than fighting the evils
Of your own people
Or
Choose
A life of re-educating yourself
Throwing away your degrees
Metaphorically
Climbing another ladder
Literally
Adjusting your tongue
Trying to live in a first world slum
Running around after
Your truant boy
And beating his gangsta, bling-loving
Sign-throwing homeboys with your crocodile leather
Ten year old sandals
Swearing if you ever find the girl
With the tattoos, lost look and hidden booze with him again
She gets it as well
Threatening and pleading
In a language
He refuses to speak
Making a choice like that,
Choosing which life to save,
Is it hard?
Transplanting is amputating someone's organ
How do you choose
Between the lesser evils
Without causing any damage?