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DEATH

WOMBS IN TOMBS

MOTHERS

I

When a pot breaks

The earth shakes

Because its water pours

And takes many “I’m not coming back” tours

Into forever loss

II

The earth takes

The pot which breaks

The pot with arms for some lonely being

The pot with a heart which must protect some hurtful being

And its water which pours must quench some thirst

III

Where are you? Those with great wombs?

Where are you? Still sitting in tombs?

Where are you? Mothers doomed

Your young ones cry as your lovers fume thinking they are doomed

Rise and get a being for comfort! For yours who are too young to dine alone

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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Mother nature does not discriminate, it takes what it can, it holds what, then from out of nowhere it explodes. She can not be all accountable. For man has a hand for he forgot to ask before he planned. So if the earth is out and man is out. Then say to whom is watching the front door

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