THESE TWO KOORIME CHILDREN
These twin koorime pale,
Two young children soft and frail,
One is sweet and oh so shy,
Kept under brother's watchful eyes.
The other brash and very bold,
With a heart that's cold and pained,
With a life maimed with scars and fears,
Yet he's never cried any tears.
These to koorime twins,
Different booth outside and in,
With eyes like rubies gently shine,
Reflecting the secret on everyone's mind.
Poor little things,
So wrongly tried,
One abandoned and left behind,
The other thinking he had died.