After soothing her
Her mother goes back
Fighting tears back,
Wishing she could
Rescue her child.
So much brutality
For someone so mild?
Thinking of her daughter
Once again slaughter
The depths of her very soul.
She's helpless when,
Sucking her child's life
Stands there the black hole.
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Victim
PoetryAfter all we get from our dear life, what we do? complain! Yes, no matter how much is on our platter we are never satisfied. And opposite to us are the people who without any fault of their, end up suffering something tremendous. These people are v...
