Coffin of an Orphan.
So many sons left their shells and asked for thoughts to come instead,
the mothers wept with their hair unkempt and passed their smiles to meat;
the blood oozed from streets onto creeks and choked the earth with the stench,
the crops and creepers climbed alike and latched itself onto despair;
the wails never stopped as the walls broke down,
the ships never stalled on the boiling red of its world;
gone are the days and halted are the nights for there is no labour in a wake,
while there are dead sons and mothers aplenty, amidst an orphaned land.
the mothers wept with their hair unkempt and passed their smiles to meat;
the blood oozed from streets onto creeks and choked the earth with the stench,
the crops and creepers climbed alike and latched itself onto despair;
the wails never stopped as the walls broke down,
the ships never stalled on the boiling red of its world;
gone are the days and halted are the nights for there is no labour in a wake,
while there are dead sons and mothers aplenty, amidst an orphaned land.
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