W I D O W S

Innocent these souls, Let alone in journey Along the road The strings to sit on hands Struggling the kites up for survival The wings,what wrong? Why not they like doves,strong? Losing breadwinner on a day of shock Slices of their bread,where is locked? How to find room in hearts? To park the vessels of sorrow Death is a creator, Widows and orphans,some The blanket they wear Woven with tear and fear These plants are at risk Erect the fences,quick! At a glance, Off the glass, They are like our class! Widows,no a curse When death is the cause In case death a curse Paradise a worst If the paradise a worst This planet becomes a curse Open wide, All panels of heart windows Sense there, Some souls to share and care!