Nothing in this world
Can compare to a mother's pain
Seeing children wiped from society
Like a naughty stain
Blamed for vicious circumstances
Determined before their birth
Put-down, ridiculed, and bullied
They begin to question their worth
Faced with society's censure
They're unable to see the love
Radiating from their mother
They're her angels, sent from above
With an innate sense of fierceness
She'll protect them to her death
Cursing the world that hurt them
With every living breath
Poverty is not a sin
Not a circumstance you choose
Every child should live with pride
Then there's no way a mother could lose
The future is yours for the making
No matter how you were born
Riches there for the takng
Dreams that won't ever be shorn
In every mother's hopes
Are her children's dreams
She works on a foundation
Building suporting beams
Nothing in this world
Can compare to a mother's pain
But as long as she is living
Her children will fell no blame
For poverty is not a choice
Nor can it be a sin
Arms wrapped around her children
The mother will always win
She'll carry all the burden
She'll shoulder all the hurt
So that her precious children
Will not be pushed in the dirt |
Submission Name: Mother
