The Womb

The womb of the mother
hears the cry of the child
whether its empty or full of life
the umbering yelp
is heard
no matter the content
or the distance of the
circumstance
the siren is rang
and the station goes into action
thats how i feel you hear my cry mother
i feel you hearing my emptiness
you may ignore it
and try to destroy it
but the womb knows
and despise your ignorance
your conscience sows tears
drip into your soul
and buries your fate
i hope you can deliver
a new speech to your other
seeds so they can grow
straight away from your
controlling weeds...
[[written in pain...sorry if it doesn't speak to you]]