THE WOMEN'S CRY

                                  WOMEN’S CRY

                        (PLEASE HELP ME JESUS)

The feelings represented in the poem are of my own made up of imagination not intended to hurt anyone’s personal feelings.

 

West occupied by guns

East conquered by demon

North looks natural

But south dumped its chemical

 

In center of the city in shadow of moon light

Stood a women facing gender fight

Son smashed his mother

Her womb repented it was her matter

 

Stones, rods, sticks welcomed her in the dark night

She accepted all to maintain peace in human right

Their treatment became too rash

Women stood up now starts the real match

 

They thought women’s were trash box

When they saw her anger fire realized she was match box

They thought they were throwing all the waste

She digested because her son could enjoy worldly taste

Men earned money

Considered women were very funny

Men did all the nonsense for earning money

Women fought against vampire for her honey

 

Let me bow a seed of men women relationship

For that I want to insert a chip

In the fest of Christmas

Men wished to saintaclaus for a new drift

Saintaclaus  gave women as a wonder full   gift.

Author's Note

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