A Worried Cry

Listen, do listen a cry from that hut among bushes No human voice, no human words but humanly Beats and brutes too raised their crazy heads But no human hand waves at them, worried Cry, no hand sympathetic, no caressing humane But only a cry, of a mother, broken down by ails With broken glasses and dented tumblers empty Luring her kids, a feast on the way, but illusion How those innocent eyes are waiting and waiting And in their dream, they cry and cry bitterly Reaching far ends of humanity, lying down in ignorance.