Good And Evil Poem by Chan Mongol

GOOD AND EVIL
Poem by Chan Mongol
May 21 of 2020


Why did you cry when your mother gave you birth?
Was that because of the very uncomfortable earth?
To cry was the first language which came from feeling;
That cry in the first day was for warmth and appealing.
Soil tears up her body to develop the fallen seed;
Soil nourishes and gives all meansand best deed.
To hold someone inside one's life is the extreme toil;
So did all mothers of the world and the precious soil!
But some soils become dangerous with volcanic tide;
Eruptions of madness burn babies inside and outside.
Prose and poem, laugh and cry, hell and paradise;
The world is big enough for children to live and to rise.
Some mothers killed own children in the evil possession;
You are alone but try to move on from lava and eruption.
When a mom is angry and dirty, how can you live there?
Among all mothers and women, many not fertile and fair.
Many moms develop temper, pressure, bad behavior;
But with politeness, tolerance, kindness many still are!