What Comes Next?

THE MOTHER WEEPS

The mother weeps, not holding back her tears.
She watches as her children, full of fears,
Consumed with hatred, escalate their fight,
Hurl filthy bombs, obliterate the light.
She watches, yet she never interferes.

Her children, warring foolishly for years,
Refuse her counsel, covering their ears.
They won’t be swayed, convinced that they are right.
The mother weeps.

How patiently love waits, she perseveres,
Though terror grips the world as midnight nears.
The clock counts down. She wonders if they might
Change their minds and choose to reunite.
They squabble still. Hope slowly disappears.
The mother weeps.

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