Hush! The mother told her daughter
to not wake up the sick baby
lying dying in his cradle
breathing like on swagger
swag was victorian era
the time of disease
the time of terror
where people suffered
from a disease
or maybe a disease series
Physical, social, moral degradation
more attempts to bring order
more deathly became the den
intoxicated priests
drugged streets
handicapped the crowd
yeah! the moral shroud.
Women had an artificial place
The place in abstract - a hollow space
where voice of men
was the only stem
and yet the root was woman
reigning such biased stem
But then like always
every side has its flip phase
Law, revolt, rebel
depths of sea
ether of shell
and there the time switches
to a changing game
poor and riches
middle class like always in between
aah! Its an eternal story
of slavery and reign
and yet she hushed her daughter
for one moment of peace
for the future that was suffering
in death and disease.
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