Lugu Lake
The smoker and his pipe
Sitting around a campfire
The bonfire of golden light
The smoke stalk the sky
The stories he spins
Smoking his long pipe
The yarns of his tales
Nobody wants to hear
Across the lake
The women laughter
The guys wait
The patience of conquests
He turns around to see
“You guys don't wish
They aren't what they seem
They take your soul
They let you live in misery
Chain you to the walls
They take your life force slowly
They aren't what they seem!”
“Old man you have your time
You plunder the land you smoke your life
This is our chance to take a new
Across the lake where else we need to go?”
“Learn from my stories
It isn't worth your time to pursue
You will not live to tell your tales
You will be imprisoned in the walls”
The young people set sail
The canoes on the lake
The wind blowing softly
The air is cool the night is wanting
The smoker and his pipe
He sits alone blowing the smoke
He looks sad for the young people
Impatience will bring the bad consequences
He listens to the oars
Rowing and slicing the night water
The young men move in silence
The women only laugh in the night
The women once looking up
They smell the flesh meat floating along
They stop laughing and listen
“We have company to night”
The young men row
Along the lake in the dark night
They see the women waving
They feel they are in song
The smoker and his pipe
“You are fools young men
The women will take you away
You will have no life but misery”
He stirs the lake
The water rising high
The young men scream and bewildered
As the canoes subside
The women across the lake
They don't like the smoker and his pipe
He interferes in their lives again
They see the young men swimming back
The smoker and his pipe
He smokes in his campfire
He smile as he watched the young men
Walking dragging their feet...
