*Plight of the widow *

Every night she lays awake
Yet the siren of the cock is a nightmare
The dancing breeze reminds her
Yet of memories past gone

Lamentation and sorrowing has become pillow
On which she cuddles all day long
Her tears twice double of the great Nile
She has gotten to a point lower than dead sea

Could one comfortably bite his fingers
And feel no painful sensations?
Yet like a dog she roams round the nation
Seeking for the cheapest comfort

Yet more and more insults
Like pebblestones are hauled up to her
Even friends desserts her most
She is thought worse than Judas

Unholy state of the widow
A cry of justice to the creator
Yabba dabba doo!at the feet of the master
There,will she be justly vindicated.

✒Cardinal ~O

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