SON OF MY MOTHER

Did you have to be that merciless,
Acting like an animal who's heartless,
showing everybit of your ruthlessness,
Even to that damsel who's yearless???

She begged for your mercy all through,
crying that you may hear her through,
But you couldnt listen until you were through,
For you maximised in enjoying your self all through,
never minding her geographical undevelopment

Time to pay found you in,
But what did you do again?
Threw you dollars to whoever cared,
That your autonomy may be guaranteed,
while your prey swims in the river of despair,
with no hand of relief to lay on

Oh son of my mother,
how long will you wander in the wilderness of delinguency,
always appearing clean yet unwashed,
Coz you use your wallets to have you cleaned

one day it will dawn to you,
that they never had you cleaned,
only covered for some time,
waiting for the stinchy smell afterwards,
It will be too late,
coz rotting will have done its best,
and your pound will not save the day,
On son of my mother,
yes my other mother...... 

Laura Lizz Bettie-January 2014