Broken Women Poem by Zanor Bell

The flesh of my flesh; the breath of my chest,
The heart I heard beating the thought kept feeding from
It there is no fleeting only beating, mistreating. Brain washing
Deception and a snare that is here and there a global fear. How long
Will you be fooled and led like a sexual tool, my sister? Why have you
Become his mule my sister? Given up your temple so easy my sister?
Thy companion or knight should have earned by fight, you toss it without
Sight or care. No longer a prized possession but merely a smear, a weapon
Without care.
The blood of my blood, your purity turned smudge, for yourself there
Is no love, no hate, no emotions confusion or devotion lust is your poison;
Its passion your motion, encroached to moral decadence your ways have bled so
Red, your acts so dread. Do fled my sister before corrupt thy neglected offspring
Go the Him and atone a sin offering my darling.

Give me that innocent thing that shine I knew;
Give me back my daughter that have Evolved into someone; something new!
See your glory as they once had stood, be that mother you know you
Should, be that figure i praised in my youth be that woman the one
I touched her womb once.