Our mother is waiting
she’s soft as silk,
fragile as glass…
will she survive?
ah! fear not—
she had given birth
to a thousand, thousand men
who have empathy instead of blood,
courage to rise from mud.
dear gods!
we tried, we prayed…
yet no mercy received,
no shelters are served.
yes, we are struggling,
sinking in this cursed water,
drowning in the deepest gutters.
yes, our women are crying,
but no one falls apart.
their tears wipe the dirt
this storm brought to the hearts.
no one will fall,
though we all suffer.
no one will tremble at death,
no begging they mutter.
we rise, slowly but strong,
holding hands,
of both weak and bold,
for our mother…
our mother.
she is waiting.
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