The stray dog wakes up to no food.
She must fend for her young then herself,
so she moves where scraps are thrown.
She scavenges in the murk to no avail.
There the children see her,
and the air is pierced by the earth.
As the children jeer and scream.
at a mother fighting for survival.
The children have their duty too,
albeit not as life defining,
but important nonetheless.
They carry a note that drips,
with the blood and sweat of the many,
that held it before now their parents do.
From the note they get sustenance,
but the child is as carnal as the rest,
and the note is used to gratify the moment with friends.
The sister to the child, much older,
hears about this misuse and asks,
"What would mother do",
and recalls how she was given the cane,
and enacts the same on the younger,
in a bittersweet act of remembrance ,
and mirrored aggression to a child,
no less her age.
The mother sits in a store,
full of ghosts locked in a bottle,
as the custodian of liquid memories.
She is not alone in this not far away,
another shop stands, not different in its wares,
with another caregiver serving,
the multitude of young men and women,
imbued with hot courage streaming in their bones,
prompting the question, "Where are their mothers".
But the child is on that street,
where words and bottles flow together,
like the dumpster behind the shops.
She is rushing to retire early,
before night steals the show from dusk.
The salacious catch a glimpse of the young soul.
They call out to her, rather obscenities spew,
and hands reach out to rob an innocent,
who knows them as the friends,
whose eyes undress her as she talks to them.
As darkness swallows the land whole,
and as the weary rest their burdened backs,
the streets are tainted by the works,
of people who desire to leave a mark on this earth,
by practicing their prowess in throwing responsibility ,
to whomever decides to care enough to pick after them.
The world around them is a living hellscape,
filled with smells unconceivable and when the rains,
unreliably fall on these dry lands, their irresponsibility,
is washed away and wreak havoc
on the bodies of the ones they brought,
to suffer beside them.
The day comes and they are forced,
to witness the society they have unintentionally forged,
from the unthinking release of their wills,
to tarnish their "god given land".
To elect their "god given leaders".
To lead an adulterated nation.
To heal a broken nation.
A nation no different from those in power.
A nation with no conscience.
A laplace transform was used to write this.