The Curse
The Children Suffer
They wonder how they got this far
It is only now
That they get an epiphany
Realisation of why
Their eyes had always been rainy
It all started when their grandmother
Lovingly latched their mother
Onto her warm breast
The breast that gave her and the rest
Love, Growth, nutrition
The same breast gave them, the curse
As she latched her child on her breast
A tear rolled down her mother's cheek
Pain has transferred
From her, to her baby-and also to her baby
And now to the third generation
The curse prevails
To the Lord above she hails and says:
IT STOPS!!
This she says with faith
And prays for it to STOP!!
I REFUSE, I REFUSE!
To pass on...
The CURSE
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