Nucleus

Mothers are rare
so many of them
call themselves
a mother
but mothers are all gone

children are rare too
we see present only  their leftovers 
unable to communicate  without screens
children are all gone

through speakers there is a pronunciation shouting
request for all fathers:
would you please be so kind and
pick up those words
spread all over
before they
hurt someone.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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