The Lamenting Lady

“Oh my son, lend me a moment.

You value not my words I know.

But I ought to make this comment

Into limitless cruelty, you now go.

 

He is your brother, yet you

Kill him like no other beast.

You squeeze his blood out to

Only quench your greed and feast.

 

I would die rather witness this.

Know he’s too born to me.

I can’t withstand the cry of his

That you can ignore with no mercy.

 

Hear me, leave him, and let him too live.”

Don’t you know the mother earth grieve?