MY MOTHER said she loved me
and bar tended drinks to keep
me clothed.
AND ONE NIGHT: she was raped
and I fought two brute men
and they destroyed mother
and me.
I wept. She wept.
The howl of despair ate
our Souls.
Then there we knew humanity
and all its pain within our
heart.
She died recently.
I died then. Many years ago.
:: 10.03.2021 ::
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