Her face, smeared with soot, black as hate and
Her hands, now blistered and bleeding
Falling star tears glisten in sorrow-filled eyes-
Her once lush hair is now dull and dirty
Once radiant skin, now bruised and cracked
Beauty, turned to this by greedy hands, greedy hearts-
You beat her, mistreat her, you break her,
Her hands bound so she may not fight back
As you rape her, it is you who have raped her-
And do you see these things, know your actions,
As you cut deeply into her womb and
Rip out that life which was bestowed upon you?-
You do not, choose not to see the damage you’ve caused
The havoc you’ve wrought upon this pure being
You choose not to see the deep cuts you’ve made-
Instead you continue, to beat, to cut, to rape
All the time aware that her final breath draws near,
That your final breath draws near-
Do you recognize her, do you know this frail form?
Can you see past the damage to the fragile being before you?
Do you know who she is?-
She is our mother, your mother, the Mother
And she will die at the hands of her children

 
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