Sons and daughters! I hold you dear
You, my child, have made me fear.
I take care of you with pride aplomb
Watching and fussing you bomb and comb.
I work hard, day in and day out.
Watch, my friends! How independent and smart!
My child is the best — claims the mom,
My duty is fulfilled, i feel that come.
“Alas, my mom! I grow dark and grave”
Norm it is — Darkness pervades.
How stupid, yet how smart!
Darkness brought me money,
Money brought me luxury.
At last, we lost the light,
that creates, bestows thy might.
The child cried, the mom cried.
Why has life gone wrong ?Mom knew not the child knew what
Child knew not the mom knew what
Distance increases, affection reduces.
I get ready, know not, to kill my mom.
Mugged and raped,She faced her fears.
Coward sons of infortune, you showed the rear.
Sons of providence, i call you here,
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