The Children's Stain
Social justice sat
Poised before
The tribunal of the wise.
No not,
One voice of the socially
responsible echoed.
The avenue of cultural reforms?
Silent!
The cup of tears
Drowning the dreams of the weary.
Mothers exiled to hopelessness.
Dread resonates speechless fury.
Broken and a desperately riddled
heart of distrust.
Memoirs of a bloodstained culture
Copyright © Sona Wilae | Year Posted 2017
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