Excerpt from Kamikaze Butterflies:
Let Not the Past Repeat Itself
Three generations have passed
Since the death of a father
So great, so grand
But not so sound of mind
Locked away he was
‘Til the end of his days
Until the internal struggle exhausted him
And he succumbed
Now comes a daughter
So great, so grand
Who fears the father’s fate
Will the great grandness of the past capture her?
Though her condition may be mild
And her coherence still in place
It looms, the terror of the past
A darkened cloud within
Will exasperations escalate
Until the daughter
So great, so grand
Succumbs to the great grandness
That consumed the father
Pray, good friend
To whichever God or Gods you pray
Pray that the legacy has not been passed
Pray that the past remains the past
Pray that the daughter will never suffer
The great grandness that was fatal