POEM: A Mother’s Nature

This poem did not exist a few hours ago.  I was interrupted by a thought (captured in the first few lines) and I took the to jot them down.  Seconds turned to hours as the is a taskmaster second to none!  The harm we are doing to our planet haunts me.  Meditating upon the good of a higher helps center me while on a planet where flows freely.  I am powerless over the creative powers.  This is a good thing!  I stand in .  I will stand to protect our planet.  Enjoy!

A Mother's

Mother is relentless
Like our best
Unlike the monster one step behind us
And gaining
She will do us no harm
Patiently waiting
For her to return
To the home she has fashioned
Never out of style
Yet oft forgotten
Too few admitting to such a
Taking the mantle of patients
Picturing her 's development
Framed by her own
Razed buy edifice complexes
No matter how
She made them field
And forced unmatched
Given freely verses
Accrued credo
Never to retreat
With receding heir lines
Lured into orphanages
Buy counterfeit presents
That no's no currency
Now
Giving no quarter to a homme-less
A mirror sham to couch their shame
Forging the
A bode
Swayed by unnatural winds
A backwards whirled
A lost race
Imitating won another
They could get no flatter
In the crush of by-gone dates
Rapt over and over
For what they ware
Gripped by un-void-able cells
Phony sustenance
Quiet a pare
The elusive wons and zeroes
Forming a 10
Sow quickly barren
Fake breasts
Seduced into beating
A psycho-path to
Unending litter
Mine-ing anything and everything
That would
Make steal
Throbbing from a mother's chest
Hearts trumped
Up on false charges
Beating the rap
A single ruse
On Mother's Day know less!
As she goes
About her
Miss taken
Scores of prodigal
A fatherless brood
Ever digging that
Any bogus meddle will doo
Pinned to their empty chests
Never wandering up ponder
All is dwell that ends dwell
Wee
End up
In hour
Birth place
Returning too
One's native
Land
Taken
In
Buy

By accounts
Receivable
How can it be
That she is
Unscarred
By us?
There is no sphere
Like hers

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