Tuesday, 8 January 2013

Rot

With sticks you brand your love.
His skin, says sorry.

His tears will drop where pain resides
He sniffles with worry.

You want the best for your child, in god you trust.
Till the day he stopped breathing.

Now he's laid to rest through your sleepness nights
Is your life worth living.


Mother Kills son who 'Failed to learn the Koran'

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