A cobblestone street of silent goodbyes
a little girl in the antique lamplight cries
hands upon eyes, covering face
while mother walks away, keeping pace
She doesn't want to go, but is forced by the rain
The rain made her do it once again.
Whispering her sorrows, Mother walks on
another queen lost, as if only a pawn
Another child taken before the coming dawn
And why was she taken, why did the mother leave?
If not for selfish desires, for her own repreive?
The mother was told, by those who know
to just let her girl cry, to let it go.
She was told by those who know
to just leave her daughter, crying like so.
And so to the system, another child is lost
how long will this go on, and at what cost?
Monday, January 19, 2009
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