Mother's Not At Fault.
She birthed him when he was young,
gave him a name to love.
Brought him up, with love and care,
and loads of hugs to share.
She taught him manners,
his values and ethics,
along with culture and tradition,
the last to fill her ambition.
She gave him his freedom,
his first taste of independance,
With all the trust she dare
in all that her little heart can bear.
But...
He stole,
he lied.
She yelled,
she cried.
He killed,
he robbed.
She hurt,
she sobbed.
Now...
He spoke,
with his held down.
Through bars,
between him and his mother.
"Mother, why do you hate me?
this is all your fault. Now look at me."
"Son, I tried, but you failed me and yourself.
I am Ashamed now to even look at you"
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