Mother
The eyes that closed
In anger
Have been forced open in death

The land that promised greenery
Has turned red
With your child's blood

Justice has become an elusive dish
One much talked about
But never tasted

Hunger pangs
Drove your son into the street
And for that
He's lost his life

No one cares to know
The nights spent
Feeding on the fragrance in the air
With saliva
To quench the thirst

No one asked
To bless his wardrobe
With clothes befitting
Of the living

But mother
His first venture
Into another's pocket
Has cost him his life

Who will fight for him?
Who will speak for those
Reduced to thievery
By life herself?

Who will bring to justice
Those who looted
The nation's treasures
And left her children
To penury?

© Viktoria

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A spur of the moment something from yesterday.
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