‘Cry For Her'

She spent her allotted time
Doing as she was told
Not that she would ever fight
What she felt was her ‘role'
She devoted her entire life
To making yours more whole;
Being a perfect mother and wife
Turned a young girl old

Keeping a pig in muck
Gradually destroyed her health
Although she felt too much love
To consider herself
Keeping a parasite in diamonds
Worked her to an early death
So it's not asking much
To show the most meagre respect

In return for all the hurt
She endured for your greater needs
It was out of devotion that she laboured –
The type she'd never see
So you'd better cry for her
You'd better get down on your knees
You parsimonious fuck
Your heart had better bleed.

 

© M.A.Tovey 2006