The Unspoken Leadership

The Unspoken Leadership - (Her Undying Love)

He’s got cash
She’s got a “washing machine”,
She throws scraps selectively
He throws hunks to Her when he’s serene.

Cause He owns the floor,
And She owns the law,
They don’t love each other,
Like how they did before.

While Her heart has hardened from surgery,
His assets stand still like cold tea,
So He gets frustrated by Her complacency,
Cause It’s not like selling cloth in the 60’s

By now Her children have become green-eyed,
Discontent with quick plans on their side,
To traffic outdoors on the street corner,
To instill prayers on Night Life Corridor.

She’s losing control over her kids,
He’s beginning to ponder unfaithfulness,
Cause He’s losing labour and the “washing machine” bliss,
So He contemplates a “fork and knife” fest.

But they’ve held hands for so long,
Scratched each others backs,
Finished each others songs,
Still loving their favourite beach,
Still planning the next story,
And writing the next speech,
Of the trinity’s glory.