Baby is
crying,
Call back
my Mummy,
The only
thing he asks,
That
actually melts all.
It is the
one and only demand;
I have no
answer,
Nor
reasonable nor sound;
I bend my
head in abhorrence,
"I
have no answer,"
Under the
violent sun,
There is
no love,
To
replace a yelling mummy,
Even
rainbows, moon and stars,
Cannot
deck a simple seed,
Maybe he
gets,
All life's pleasure,
"But
who will take you to school,
When you
don't want to go."
I shiver
with the thought,
Under a
violet sky,
His mummy
was separated,
By the
callus transfer by bank.
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