Cradled is her child in her arms
His shrieks of pain fill the air
Yet she soothes, her face so calm
His teeth chatter incessantly.
He holds onto her tight, crying
While she caresses his forehead lightly
Why cant they hear us mama?
He sobs into her ears, shivering
It’s a world filled with deceit, drama.
They have in their ears my son
Words they utter of selves
Make-believe, fake, true to them are none.
They have around their eyes tied
Veils black, concealed, the truth is so
Their tongues gone black see son, for all they have lied
They cant hear apart from their own chatter
A lisp, a whimper. Laugh so raunchily
Do they, they hear us not, a distant seeming clatter.
Their own words cloud their mind
Too fogged to register any other say
Oblivious are they, known to them their own kind
What do they know of love,
Care, and sacrifice? They think they have it all
Ignorant they walk, heads held high above.
The child soothed, falls asleep in her arms
The mother sits awake, in the cold.
The bus-station stands now empty, a sound of a distant alarm.
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