She weeps thinking of her fate
entrusted upon this creature
that’s supposedly to refresh her face
and harvest bountifully her beauty.
She is all forgiving
that in anticipation she awaits
b’coz she believes that the day will soon dawn
and the creature shall be sworn
again, as the king of creation.
Yes the creature, the mankind
has long gone into hiding
leaving but volatile creatures of sense
to rule and ruin her gentle trust
but, a mother’s heart knows no revenge
only wishes that mankind will come out
from their hideouts within cavern of their hearts.
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