by John Yeo
The waves of change came suddenly
Smoothing the sands of time.
Sea salt was the bounty harvested,
On the family production line.
The head of the family at the helm
Kept the workers and colleagues in line.
Tragedy came with death in the family.
Rough times ahead was the sign.
A once strong unity disintegrates
In the granules of unity unrefined.
Chaotic influences out of control
Destroyed a once strong family line.
Each faction headed, unrest rebounds
The sea washed away without a sign.
Rubbing salt in the reopened wounds
On the once strong production line.
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