I cry
with the babies who exercise their lungs at birth still unaware of the life birthed into, for this no tears are shed. Like the after effects of a retained placenta if left untreated the host will be dead.
She cries
First ,with love and joy; and then
Subconsciously acknowledging her reality.
Incapable of mothering her child; financial and mentally
She makes a will to try
They cry
Misled , neglected and left to guide his own.
Too young to differ right from wrong.
She was never thought to understand herself.
So down they go falling into the wretched state of conditioning in an attempt to fit in.
We cry
Because we know the difference
We cry in hope that one day soon someone will break the cycle.
The cycle of pain ,hunger and slaughter,
the cycle of misleading our sons and daughters,
the cycle we see this society follow.
Together we cry, for a better tomorrow
F. Smith
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