Greaving Pride

On bended knees She wails quietly to dark skies Nodding sagely nearby are palm trees Who try to raise her with their sighs Mad heavens hope with a flash of rain To woo her heavy broken heart An acre of eyes feast upon her naked pain She kneels paler than snow, impaled by loves dart Up she staggers rapped by her lovers Whose peach promises gall into lies Whose fingers ravage her ripped coffers? Leaving her a bloody queen of the flies She stumbles on in bathed breath Her jackal lovers linger hoping for a kill She struggles to cover her bruised wealth Pelted in pain she leans upon her will She heals as the cockcrows for the day Even when all hope seemed totally lost A gathering of her sons rising from the dust In anger they arise to make her lovers pay