The Devout Mother

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 stumble,

Hitting the hard rock of fate.

But then, my son,

It may be too late.

by J.R. Forbus