Are they still crying?
Surely they understand, yes?
Pray it be fickle.
They've been without food for so long, without hope, without care.
Among us waiting, wait, is someone there?
"Please don't cry, children. Fret no longer. Brought with me foods to grow you stronger"
The man was kind, we wished for him to stay. But no duration of him would take the pain away.
As he left, we began to weep. Another gone to the streets. He was not the first to leave, there were others indeed.
But we lost them all to the weeds.
To go first, was the bravest soul. None of us could bare the soil. But what must be done is done. Dear mother, rest in peace.
