My Life Collapsed

I was almost mad,
when my mum,
killed my son to please her spirits.

I looked at her,
fearful and cry,
but nothing i did,
because of the shock.

I saw only the stars,
moving up and down,
surrounding my eyes
that turned red.

I sat and cried for my beloved  son,
who perished like grass,
and directly like a thief.

On the next day,
the scavengers and flies,
were the guests  of honor,
that announced to his death.

I mourned almost a week,
and waited miracles to occur,
but nothing i saw in my eyes
that was dark.

I wondered about her,
because she was mad to kill her blood,
nothing like a fool.

Ha! ignorance is a disease,
and really a rope,
that help all the fools to hunger themselves,
as if they will be back.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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