Mother's Roar

Billions of kids with handful of cheats 

Rest in peace in some formidable feasts. 

The epistemology of lust has waged that fire

With the spark of avarice, having unending desires. 

Their greed tolls their death knell.

But their ego condemns me as hell. 

Their cruelty strives to solemn silence. 

But the silence starves for screaming violence. 

Having devoured all that I beget, 

They march towards my secret chest-

That is lying deep inside; Chaste! 

Carrying the remnants of dearest crest. 

One of them is Life Force

That forbids me to cross

The limits of a pious relation

That is poisoned in all situation. 

But vengeance is neither my virtue

Nor of my benevolent kids,

Who used to play merrily; 

But are now extinct. 

I don't have the right to mourn

As it will make them forlorn :

Bringing destruction in tremors and winds

With terrifying floods and spooky stings. 

I can't hold the ice anymore

That will perish them all for sure. 

But I have to hold it for long

As they are my kids; innocent or not. 

I have to intake the toxic smoke. 

I have to bear the nuclear shock. 

I have to cheer the chemical drink. 

I have to accept the life will shrink. 

I am not afraid of dying. 

But scared of kids who were mine! 

What will they do to my blood? 

How will they stand up the flood? 

Who will feed my veiled orphans? 

Who will give them tools and fun? 

Billions of kids with handful of cheats 

Rest in peace in some formidable feasts.