Monday, July 15, 2013

The Spirit Was Willing The Flesh Was Weak



three children
one after the other
so to speak
promises betrayal
a father they seek
he went to mumbai
for better prospects
last week .. not
heard from him
the future bleak
mother helps out
but of my pain
she understands
wont speak
hope throttled
on a choked creek
my little children
innocent
vulnerable meek
a living must eke
begging for self
respect on the
street ..
a pain that
rises rises
peaks

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