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My Twentieth Year - 10. assess
Poem No. 25
Portrait…
My God, what a lovely face she did once possess
filled with all the emotions we could ever need
Now is it drained of charm from every recess
by those who claim to be her rightful seed.
All that she had, she gave; nothing is left to assess
yet impatient fools, who only think of their greed
Try to draw blood from her every abscess
for when she doesn't look, then her children feed.
She was young, and oh so sublime, not so long ago
but then she bore the frightful scourge of herself
And her children, they sucked away her blooming glow
while she raised not a finger to say no unto their pelf.
She used to be proud
and held her head high,
but now covered with a shroud,
her children ask with a sigh,
'Is this the beauty who raised
my sisters and brothers?
This? Torn so by motherly duty…?'
My God, what have we done to our most important,
life-giving mother? Please forgive our earthly sins.
We thought we would never be accountable
and reduced to the status of your orphans.
…of our Mother Earth
Poem No. 26
Beauty is of itself, a whole thing.
It can't fight its enemies
And we, too stupid, don’t know
What they are.
So, Beauty suffers, while
We do nothing.
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