Forced, against her will,
pregnancy was not her choice,
yet she loved her babe with a heavenly force
Upon giving birth, he was stolen away,
she never even had the chance to nurse that day
She ran behind him, with panic and fear,
knowing his end could be near
Now, what to do with all this milk?
Sold for profit; lies told to the people at the market
Her baby boy, never will she see
Now, her inner light, diminished in sadness and grief
