MOTHER’S DECLARATION

When night creeps in
With the stillness of calm,
I cringe at the journey
Of my born children.

When night steals in
With the calmness of still,
I weep at the sojourn
Of my unborn children.

The garden of life
Once so plush and alive,
Now a withered wasteland
Infested with ghouls
Roaming nooks and crannies
For my children’s soul.

They scavenge the garden
In search of struggling sprouts
To wantonly debauch.
And that they cannot take
They feed to the hawks.

For my endangered children,
Shorter are my days with you
I make this declaration…

You my little ones
Are but sprouting plants,
Tender in your aspects
Yet home to strong intuitions.

From the pureness of your core
You sense the smile of evil,
Seeking to incarcerate
And strangle your purity.

The thorns and strangling weeds
Are but opaque visions
Of your skewed brains
Afflicted by a supine plague.

But the garden of life
Remains pure and glowing.
Make haste to tend it.
Drink the living message
In every dying leaf patch
And evil shall avoid you.

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