The Barbershop, A Kwansaba*

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Three men, one legacy, one-hour thrones:

the common await their nearing fall. Trading

words not for women, sports and anatomy

provoke debate, even war. Tenured skin holds

endless wisdom, while eager young wallow in

familiar woes, centuries old. Some enter as

savages, but they always depart as men.

 

*A kwansaba is seven lines of seven words, with each word containing not more than seven letters.

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