Why?

Why did you?

Was the raw flesh of your own child

The only answer to your monstrous hunger?
Why did you crave for
The blood of your own child?

The thin ray of sunlight
That melted the darkness of his mother's womb
Just moments ago
Now evaporated
The darkness gripping him tight yet again
This time, in fear and fright
Is this just a nightmare?
Will the stifling darkness melt away
Will the warmth of hope
Ever kiss this child of yours again?

Even before the child
Could grow its own wings
You snipped and tore his future
And killed the robust young man of tomorrow
You crushed its dreams under your feet
Though the innocent child clung onto you
You buried the poor soul deeper

The one that breathes life into farmer's fruit
Has shattered the lives of not one, but two

Let him sleep in his mother's lap
The creator beneath the soil
Her arms hugging him tight amid tears

His own mother's plea
To hold her son tight, like she would
As the heat drains from her child's feeble body
And the heart of her child, lets out a weak cry
Echoing the happy moments they shared
Connecting two souls, despite the distance
As her child's last breath escapes
The poor mother's helpless wails fill the air
While he curls up in his mother's womb, yet again
In the heart of the earth beneath


Much more than six feet under.





* A tribute to our little Sujith Wilson, who became yet another victim of our poor rescue facilities  and his devastated mother *