She stood there in shock; beaten, hurt,
But holding her children, as never,
Her tears were smoke, blood, and dirt,
She bravely endured; Wise and Clever;
Pursuing the hope to assert,
A will to allow whatsoever,
Naïve, She forgot to divert,
An Evil, existing forever;
And aching of Love, Grief, and Hate,
She stopped using hope as a lever,
While blindly observing Life fade,
Embittered, declined more than ever;
Oh, Mother, We managed to sever,
Your balance, your pride and your fate,
Oh, Time please don’t deem it too late,
Annul our self-pride, but, forever...
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