Bad Man
There lived a man,
maybe one or two years or decades ago,
who's name remains widely unknown.
He had it all figured out:
'I shall only do only what brings me joy.'
His home—one day he realized
was just a house.
To his fatal belief,
happiness awaited him somewhere else.
'Mama, I must leave. Goodbye.'
'Son, what will I do without you?
Don't you just say goodbye'
The old damsel, pitied by everybody,
drowned in distress.
Such a bad man!
How could he leave his mother like that?
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The bad man found love soon after.
When the affair made him sad,
he remembered yet again:
'Happiness awaits me somewhere else!'
'Love, I must leave. Goodbye.'
Love died for her.
She, unable to find joy,
frowned all day,
never said goodbye.
He ran around
from door to door,
valley to downtown,
fleeing every place
that made him blue.
The bad man did well
until the day
he met bad men.
"Give us all that you have."
The bad men hit him,
hurt him, made him sad.
"Kill me! Kill me!
I have nothing to give,
for I have left everything”
— fyonlila
