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Mother on the Pavement
On the pavement she sat down quietly
Chocolate brown face saddened heavily
Surrounded her curios to sell supposedly
Sought attention of busy shoppers hardly
On her lap her precious girl child, old, months a couple
Sucked in nature’s gift, only lifeline perhaps available
Glittered above cruel sun, wind blended with dust
Eyes will still fall on her, blinded with brazen lust
Still on the pavement, she sat down quietly
The mother needs to live on endlessly
Perhaps a roof, a few stitches, bowl of porridge some day
Perhaps to be like her, to be torn by lust same way
Still on the pavement she sat down quietly
The mother needs to live on endlessly |
