You have hurt me,
my beloved son;
you have ravaged my lush body
now a lifeless desert.
Where's your innocence gone?
It hides in your killer eyes.
Do you hear the voices of my other children,
calling my name?
In my fire they shall perish
the weak succumbing to the strong.
Had you not forsaken this law?
...
Do not look at me
as I cry the ocean of our spent love.
I know you will call me
when needed.
When in your pride you will stumble,
hitting the hard rock of fate.
But then, my son
it may be too late.
by J.R. Forbus
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