Mother Is Ill Poem by Kenneth Cledera
Mother Is Ill
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When the world is new, gone are the old.
Here where houses grow first than trees.
More men born in shrinking lands.
Women buried under protest for reality.
So mother is ever sicker.
When will she be free!
Tuesday, August 27, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: earth,women empowerment
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5/3/2024 10:28:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Women buried under protest for reality. So mother is ever sicker. When will she be free! empowerment, women. very fine poem. tony