Seed Of Sin Poem by George Samuel

Voices at night cry morning morning
Helpless days drowning
Echoes of broken hearts
Whisper faintly on the eve depart
Sins of our ancestors looms
Roof of our idols rattle cover cover
Moon and night sun burns forever
Upon delicate naked skin
Reflecting yesterday unseen
Ease of evil seed harvest of bitter fruits
Temples of matrimonial homes lament childbirth
Where separation and divorce abound
Couples isolated to either walls
Professing all is well that ends well
How long shall we cover up our falls
Lilleys in the valley enduring molestation
Abuse and force into frustration
Surviving in unsecured spots
Wasted away without the slightest dot
And memories just listening to their cries