Blue-Eyed Boy

I am crying For The little blue-eyed boy With bright red hands Freezing in the pram Whimpering, squirming While mummy Texts on her mobile Ignoring him Freezing inside a gaping plastic bubble On a windy wet station platform Today Not one word of comfort Left her lips Not one eye contact Did the babe Born Of her vagina Nurtured in Her Womb Receive What right do you have To Call yourself mother An ape On a leash Would serve You Better Disgusting woman Benefit grabber Disposable shopper Resentful back stabber You Made the child Give it your best Whoever said You can detest A miracle Seed by your passion divided A trillion times and more Yet you Disregard It. Give something back You spiteful taker A pair of mittens You heart breaker Purchase disposables At your peril Wash some napkins You lazy devil. No mother you No church pew Has seen your shadow Let alone you Your distain For your own flesh Will with you forever rest And when he is older You will regret The object of His detest.