Part 1: A Mother's Cry for her Child

The fight for your Gods
With the God's child in tears
The pain of it borne by the Mother, Me.
The tears percolate to me
To add to my agony.
You, Cultureless Vultures
trample this child and me,
All the blood spilled somehow
outshining these innocent tears.

When your values devalue a life
What is the point of such a strife
The weight of it
I bear it like your mother
Since the conception of you
And the inception of your guild
On which nodus you build.
What difference does it make
whether beliefs differ
When you can't defer
them to eternity.
Fanaticism to any idea
is never the panacea
For it destroys the world
The idea tries to outline.

The riots so riveting
The child with the true emotions
Lies ignored motionless in between.
As a mother, I beckon,
Let these child's tears be a beacon
On which you can reckon
A unity in diversity.
I beg you, The bearer of your woe,
To relieve me of this woe,
For a child remains crying
Confused whether he a friend or a foe.

Part 2: Thirst

No matter how many stones

they threw at him

He kept wagging his tail

to get food for the child.

His barks to calm down the cry

of an infant in a bin;

To summon God themselves

For help.

Glittering lights

All around those rabid

With lust for the skin

As They walk hungry

While an infant in

Real hunger wails.

All the tears roll down

From the sky above

To somehow suffice

the thirst of this infant;
All in vain.

 
The cry for humanity

Is all in a vacuum

by noise of the voice

For bigotry,

That is allowed

to be heard

With this rime concluding

Just as the rime of the night

Concludes this infant life. 

Part 3: The Night's Light

There is this woman I see

who keeps the money close to her chest,

As if bearing a child.

Counting the stub

Not knowing her days are counted as well.

She had hit a lottery,

The Lottery of Labor.

Makes her way,

Walking down the alley,

Not in the gait of a woman,

But as a dog carrying a bone carefully.

Not knowing that this wild hits both the dog and it's bone

Her heart beating rapidly

With the stub as fresh from the Mint,

It shed light to the glowing eyes.

As she walked with the limbs adducted.

Eyes on figure; Eyes on chest.

Knowing curiousity killed the cat,

The men went their business. 

She ran home,
To shed light on her home,
With no festival abound
Only to be soaked in water.

This is all happening
in the same air
We breathe as freedom;
Why must we wipe tears
To wash away our sins
Why need a preacher
To tell us to love one another.
Independence to me
Is to help nurture
Than to seek nature
In a person.