Juice flowing in the piece of small bread
she mixes in rotten and stinking rice
her dream in relief woven like a thread
in her womb someone biting like mice
Her starving body is burning in pain
mind wavering of a loving mother
with spread of germs and disease in the grains
Death of anyone is bad news for her
Hopes, passions floating in the waves of time
but call it horror or life sneering death
to produce a hungry kid is mother's crime
her decaying body source of new breath
A cradle hanging in a dying womb
can only give birth to hunger and gloom
