No one

Is bullet proof,
A mother least of all.
False promises etched upon a wall.

Why is it,
While in power
No food is on the tray?
Taking down signs, throwing out pens,
Silencing the voiceless
Without a say.

Hurling anger,
Displaced impotence,
Vicious clutching the illusion
Of control.
The empty gun, the struggle won
And the verdict?

Published in: on March 24, 2014 at 12:44 am  Leave a Comment  

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