TEARS OF OUR MOTHERS

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We have shed tears for long
And our eyes can no longer hold on
Solutions to our woes have been prolong
That we know not where we belong

Death is what our mothers face
We keep losing them day by day
All we seek is God’s grace
To be showered on us again

To bear forth a child is a blessing
But to die in the process is unfortunate
Let not hesitate in advancing
Before it becomes too late to be late

Where are our leaders? Where are our fathers?
Are they forsaking their responsibilities?
We need them to protect us with their feathers
Because It’s time to realize the source of their families?




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