She sails as if her sole pains… yet she talks as she walks ‘I shouldn’t disturb my child, I make no sound, not even mild’ With her sweet burden But light at heart, She thinks and admires God’s wonderful art That dwells in her…. As she does so, She is pained To part go With her life, Part of hers, into this universe. Oh! Yes! The little one Knows it too… Just hear him moan! The world hears it And laughs At the lovely kid, Never knowing his weepy bit. His cries Of fear and solitude In this war, so huge, of time, money and par. ‘Ma, why show me this world so bright, my body gets hurt by the false right in light, why can’t it always be GOOD NIGHT!!’
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