Were You There
When my Mother was killed?
Like a cockroach;
Schotched
She was butchered
Her name erased
From the book of life; expunged
Leaving us unaided
Orphaned
Disregarded, by people
Nobody pays heed
From dust we feed
Swimming in poverty
Famine attacks
Our life, full of strife
As we see her grave
Calling God to save
Our massacred Mother.
Drencho POET Loads
Copyright © Sky Poet Sa | Year Posted 2019
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