They are slain for none their sins,
But of mine-
For Mine very sins,
Their sin was just being my kids;
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This lament has a power that can remind one of a volley of griefs spread across a thousand hearts. Human life is often a chance game and the winners remain mostly unknown.
Wow wow wow....! ! ! Those emotions, those regrets....and those emotions..... So exact...! ! So beautiful....an abstract! ! ! I loved your poem...i loved this...
It is unfortunate that children before they recieve the warmth of love are strangled in the mothers womb! A mother's womb that should have sheltered those helpless lives turned out to be the slaughter house! But if the father is truely remorseful, it can purge him of his sin and sure he can feel contented that they are in a safe haven of true bliss from where no one can snatch them away! A moving write that has brought tears into my eyes! !
This poem is sincerely beautiful. Bien!