In a dirty string-like cloth, bottom and chest bare <br />A body in patches, and dried wounds show <br />In supplication, hands held out ghostly, for food or dime <br />Not food not a dime, but sadist's stone, <br />His stomach rumbles, he rummages his bundle of rags <br />A rotten banana peel, his lunch it makes <br />Moons counted, a mother, like any other <br />Got a sweet product of her womb, kissed like other <br />She had loved him, yes, a bundle of joy he was. <br />Powers, the times, the earth it would be drenched, her tears, <br />Sight of her son, her soul sinks.<br /><br />Charles Jagongo Ogola<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mad-man-once-a-mother-s-love/
