Matres Panem

A cold dread, the warmth has seeped.
A wondering question leaving me.
Mother has left no warm bread,
Hatred has seeped, it is at its peak.
The forest surrounding, lovers mere trespassing.
Trees see what no one else could see, they hear what no one else could.
They watched as they took her away from me,
Peacefulness have left these trees,
As they have left me.