Silence reigns eternal
On the lips of one
On the tongue of the child
Who night after day pleads
But her muffled cries rises
Only to stop flight in midair by the pillow
Pressed tightly to her mouth by the one who sired
Struggling in vain, curses rain
Hope is the air crushed tightly by the hand
That plunges his seed into his seed
His grunts and writhing akin to his misdeed
Shadows are downcast, the wind howl at this craze
Bares its teeth by the rattling of the window blade
For order has been upturned, the universe bleeds
From the thrust of the dagger to her chest
As she cries for her child who lies helpless under one who’s
heartless
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