a new born baby
empty-handed
You don't see
a baby's new teeth
empty-handed
You don't grow
teeth that don't bite
only to champ
At road blocks
we go with tokens
for the teeth of babies
A token of chicken
A token of soft liver
With eyes to see dissidence
Born 50 years ago
the teeth are milk
not strong for the bone
A token for the teeth
never mobile for the crunches
only stationary for open menace
The teeth have come
of age but presumed young
because of stunted growth
May the jaws
move and bite with teeth
grown with 50 years strength
May the jaws
forsake and lose the milk
for wisdom teething to crush
A token for the wise ones
an honour to them bestowed
for they are the heroes to emulate
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