When we meet
We tell lies
Like a trophy
Is to be won
Each take the other
As a competitor
That must be surpassed
Everytime i hear
Us defending
Our new found hope
Forgetting our root
Where we pledge
Deep loyalty
To everlasting brotherhood
And sisterhood twined
Where we tell
The truth as it is
But hey sister
How is your hubby?
And brother – how is your honey?
If she sells
Sweetness like sugar
With taste beyond
Us together
Tell me
If she would smile for you
With that tooth unbrushed
Used to chisel shared Kulikuli?
Tell me
If she would cry
When you wish to leave home?
Hope your sight
Of your new union
Is not a vintage
When the facade
Is built with gold
Caving in with unruly even scale
Brothers and Sisters!
The real vintage
Is us together
Sharing a common mat
Hoping for better times
To share with each other
The vintage
Of the world.
