Nobody knows the trouble I see

Expressions of the pains of polygamy in modern society and the unmet love that siblings feel

No body knows the trouble I see?
Or is it they close their eyes and open their ears
That they 're not guilty by the mask
That grimes and shades my eyes?

Nobody knows the agony
Of being waken with a name
Among a people from variant fire hearths?
With no ruth, or is it because I do not fit
In and mother who I should turn to
Is turning to me as her c**k?

So nobody do for I am a mollusk
Unable to remove my shell;
Even when my tears are turbid and armour?
Or is it they're absorbed by the echo,
The many echoes of mother's cheeks needing insulation?

Since nobody cares about my trouble
Before me, the choice is mine
To go by the olden law, 'One man one wife';
Or a repetition of their errands that my trouble
Double up, an inheritance for them so awkward
Their immortal beast for all to see.