Friday, June 11, 2010

Child Vender

How could you sleep
When she's in pain
Her spirit crashed;

The worst you did
Sold her to sharks

Was being a mom
Mattered to you

Does fear bothered
And sometimes stirred
Your polluted heart

She lay there;
Hugging her costumer

When will it stop
And you to think
You are her Mom

You sigh hardships
Like you had known
The meaning of it

And still
 You lay there

Masterring sloth
Blind eyes
Face thickening;

You call
Her next user
For a few bucks

Are you human?

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