Hopeless Creature
It was in the cold and hallow nights,
you left it for dead just in the hands of the beasts of the earth, and departed with the wind and vanished into thin air like dust.
What kind of a creature must I call you?
The cold winds cutting through the infants gentle skin,
crying so loud for its mother to come and keep it warm,
trying to brush off the winds from its face.
Such a hopeless creature, left for dead in the hands of this cruel world.
Oh my, oh my, what should I call you woman?
pulling up a face of innocence and purity,
while not afraid to take down your clothes and explore the world of adultery,
yet you run away from your responsibilities.
you always knew that this day would come,
Yet you decided to carry that burden 9 months in your womb.
Avoiding you duties as teenager and becoming a mother,
only to leave that pure soul unattended to in crying for care.
from a distance I watched every move,
lying the baby down to rest as if you were to come back for it,
turning your back away and running away from your duties,
at that hour I knew what a heartless soul you are.
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