The Silent Cries
Mothers of the world, I plead with you,
For each child you nurture, a life anew.
Be they good or bad, in your arms they grew,
Amidst a harsh world, let anger subdue.
Fathers standing tall, can you comprehend?
The struggles they face, the wounds they must mend.
Frowns breed chaos, let compassion ascend,
Boys forced into men, a cycle we must transcend.
And who should carry the weight of this plight?
The child who cries out, seeking solace in the night?
The mother balancing, with all her might,
The father, a pillar, when darkness takes flight?
Or is it society, the one to blame,
Muting our cries, labeling them as tame,
But who's there for you, in sorrow and flame,
A listening mother, with love as her name.
A father toiling, his devotion unyielding,
While you weep, he senses the pain you're concealing,
Society looms, its blows ever revealing,
Can we recreate a world where compassion is healing?
Let us rise together, mothers and fathers as one,
In a symphony of love, our battles undone,
Where society listens, its heart truly won,
And the silent cries find solace in the sun.
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