A Mother’s Cry


The winds finally grew tired, not a whistle to be heard or a groan of despair.

Though the sky is still crying, her howls weakened, she’s starting to come to her senses.

You were like a mother seeking justice,

For your children who were unjustly punished.

Not a sin, not a mistake but tortured unknowingly.

You are a mother; you cry when your children are hurt.

You try to shield them however you can.

But the world is so big, and the people so many.

It’s ludicrous but you can’t save every organism.

So you just cry your anguish and torment the culprits.


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