The True Mother
The true mother
To, please, be true to challenges,
Never omitting to bother
About what The War arranges…
To keep challenging the problem
Of her challenged son
Ever wearing the emblem
Of Ever Victorious Sun…
To continue battling with the sickness
Of her embattled daughter
Forthwith addressing the silliness
Of its delayed slaughter…
A real mother remains real,
When this utterly stupid seems:
The mummy by example for the ideals
Amidst vicious attacks and screams:
Never giving up on her child,
Already beginning to act wild:
The sadly physically deprived,
The have-not-academically –arrived…
Mothers True
To keep being True.
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