The Perturbed Udders


                    
                                


She has it all

Surely she has it all

Human and natural resources

Never given to any nation on earth

She should be close to a utopian world

Where her children languish in abundance

 

Surely she has it all

The brightest brains and minds

Shining in all spheres of the life

The righteous and religious

The hardworking and diligent

 

Despite this abundant emptiness

She staggers as she feeds her children

She limps as her offspring mindlessly suckle her rich udders

She groans happily even as her children violate her nonstop

A Sexagenarian, cut open by the very mouths she feeds

 

Will she continue to provide her milk in pain?

How much longer can she pretend to be strong?

When in fact she is only plump on the outside

But a lot skinner on the inside

More like one stricken by a rare ailment

 

Verily he who is suckled must learn to care his mother

He must not empty mother's udders out of hunger

Neither should he greed his guts to grieve his siblings

For her milk has many mouths to feed

Oh ye! be like mother who

Despite hungry, tends her children.

                                                                         - abd


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