As you turned into dust, and left the ones you brought to life unfed, endless struggles prevailed,
Hunger
Abandonment, a decline of motherly love,
The kind of love that has you playing in sand stands,
Once snatched, humanity becomes monstrous.
Preys, unfed, unloved, motherless.
A feast for men, enough to feed a universe next in line,
A satisfactory norm, one that does not require consent, not that it would make a difference,
A land designed for the destruction of children, indifferent to a woman's cry,
A loss of a mother, an exposure to danger.
