I was almost mad,
when my mum,
killed my son to please her spirits.
I looked at her,
fearful and cry,
but nothing i did,
because of the shock.
I saw only the stars,
moving up and down,
surrounding my eyes
that turned red.
I sat and cried for my beloved son,
who perished like grass,
and directly like a thief.
On the next day,
the scavengers and flies,
were...
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