Father should have took his life some twenty cycles ago
But he stuck around for the little ones and pre-packaged cans of poison
Saw him through to sixty-two when his mind started to turn
His pituitary pickled and his eyeballs dry from staring
Morning comes and goes and comes and goes
And comes and goes and comes and goes and comes and goes again
Mother should have took the pill at seventeen years of age
Avoided a lifetime of miserable circumstance and graced the stage
But she bore the boys to fruition to save them from the Upside Down Turn Around
Where Robert Mugabe pioneers infanticide
Morning comes and goes and comes and goes
And comes and goes and comes and goes and comes and goes again
