"A Cry"1 min 12.4K 1 min 12.4K
Here comes a cry;
The environment dance in whorls with joy.
But standing away a few yards;
My granny’s question mark, ‘is it a girl or a boy?’
The nurse appears with a frown;
My heart swings up and down.
From everybody’s lips there slips a sigh;
Shadowing the girl’s beautiful cry.
My eyes searching for a happy case
Comes to a sudden halt.
I notice my father’s face
And get struck by a lightning bolt.
Lips bend in a downward arch;
His pallor haggard with features dark.
He looks at her with burning eyes;
The eyes which I once considered wise.
The beads of rosemary click aloud;
Pronouncing the hatred behind the serene shroud.
I am afraid the mask will soon be shed;
Exposing the old man’s face of lead.
I wish you luck my little sister;
For the fight with the evil inside each head.
But I am sorry I can’t help you;
Cause it’s their hand with which I am fed.