The Hornet
A daughter to a mother who could hardly meet the ends
A sister to siblings who had climates as friends
A wife to the man who would always keep her burning like in a pan
A mother to a six year old and had the other one comming in three months
A news came flashing on a friday morning that she had taken her life
The people as ever would blame the poison or the knife
Be it the family or the society
All are to be blamed for the loss of life
We don't bother to ask our look
If a man is being a crook or a woman is held hostage by the hook.
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