By the grace of The Poets Nest, this one
was published there yesterday.
I wish you too to share it in a quiet moment of reflection.

The orphans are clamoring their pain in
the ears of a world that just doesn't care,
like suddenly, all the mothers went barren
with dried up breast after sucking devils.

Their house is not a home but an asylum,
which offers no protection to the poor slaves
begging to a world that just doesn't care,
"love?" they said, "are the orphans delirious?"

The guilt of the fathers should be paid not
by the ones tossed aside, that get the debs
of cruelty from a world that just doesn't care
as long as they are invisible and pay up all.

A tear from a orphan is not like any other,
it carries more bitterness and more pain
because of a world that doesn't care,
or because we haven't got enough mothers.