Luyện nghe bài hát Foecke

In the beginning, he was a
Just any other baby, my little son, Foecke

Who would have known, in the
Looking at his unprotected frame
That one day he would grow the large, granitine form
The eye of the elephant through which humanity would send
Their anger out, through as many languages as there are
Through the primordial eye of the out into the universe

A baby, like any other
A child, like any other
A boy, like any boy

Until about grade three, and then things began to
My little Foecke, it in the schoolyard, small outrages building
Up into larger outrages in the systems but these children
Were too young to pull the words that they needed to send
inarticulateness out into the greater schoolyard
Then in one collective moment, they noticed my son,
And they nicknamed him,

And so began the story of
And with each intonation of his
My little son, Foecke, generated into a more generous being
(Fuck)
His muscles more defined, his eye became stronger
And more constant, and his back grew wide like a stairway to
And with every Fuck that reached his labyrinthine ears his
Extended into and constancy and tank like purpose

And as their childish rage grew men's rage
They towards my son, Fuck, clambering to be lifted up
And to have their anger harmlessly sent out into the
Through his great primordial eye of the elephant and
(Fuck)
That moving son of mine, the gentle giant obliged them all

He never said no, he allowed their inarticulate
To be exhumed in his name, their impotence against
The comfort of his broad and constant back, and as the
Distortions of wisdom, and truth triggered more rage throughout
The world, throughout as many as there are languages
The word spread like wildfire, Fuck would everyone

None would be turned away, all could send out their
Important message, just by calling his name
He would only gently, as he bent to take you
On and came from far and wide and they were not
Necessarily healed, but were not killed either

In the there was Foecke