The Curse

The Children Suffer They wonder how they got this far It is only now That they get an epiphany Realisation of why Their eyes had always been rainy It all started when their grandmother Lovingly latched their mother Onto her warm breast The breast that gave her and the rest Love, Growth, nutrition The same breast gave them, the curse As she latched her child on her breast A tear rolled down her mother's cheek Pain has transferred From her, to her baby-and also to her baby And now to the third generation The curse prevails To the Lord above she hails and says: IT STOPS!! This she says with faith And prays for it to STOP!! I REFUSE, I REFUSE! To pass on... The CURSE