Innocent Smiles

Mother smiles 

To the smiles of her boy 

Near the fire, 

Foraging to feed him every day 

For his survival.

The cruel time has abolished 

Vermilion from her forehead.

The Widow 

And the poorest woman

In her becomes helpless, 

Provoking her soul to burn like fire,

Coaxing her to sell 

The flesh of her body 

In the market of white slavery.

The brutal society can ingest flesh 

And make a paltry payment, 

But can't allow a mere job.

The mother caresses the son 

And her inner soul begs pardon to the innocent smiles.