Yes! that’s me
\nI’m a mother
\ncreated to be
\na mother
\nan earthling
\na planetary soul
\nand here’s where I end up
\nthis is my role
\nin life and in death
\nI am tortured
\nand left
\nin a state of
\nbereavement
\nsorely bereft
\nof respect
\nor of decency
\nclothed in a mask
\nof pain and of blood
\nit is where some would bask
\nin the glory of killing me
\nhow I pain so
\nwhat did I do wrong
\nthat I now need to go
\nto the depths of despair
\nand undergo pain
\nas they end my sweet life
\nin a violent refrain
\nthis slaughterhouse stinks
\nthe men here are grim
\nbrutes nothing like them
\nas they start to trim
\nmy flesh as I watch
\nI still live
\nI still feel
\nthe pain which again
\nfor me is so real
\nnot just the pain of the wounds
\nbut the pain in my soul
\nin my heart in my mind
\nthey, so out of control
\nI’m a real bloody mess
\nthey have tortured me so
\nand those who will eat me
\nthey dont want to know <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Yes! that’s me I’m a mother created to be a mother an earthling a planetary soul and here’s where I end up this is my role in life and in death I am tortured and left in a state of … Continue reading