The lioness pursues her prey. The vulture stole her cub away and for this crime he’ll surely pay forever and a hellish day. The foolish cub, the victim here, was too unwise to shed a tear and too naive to gasp in fear when hovering, evil shade appeared. The youthful dupe, she had the gall to be annoyed that she might fall from the clutch of death’s dark squall to her protector’s caring paw. The child was saved, though desert heat conspired with greed to love unseat and halfway did its plot complete when thwarted by love’s greatest feat… a mother’s sacrifice.
Yes I want the vultures to pay for their crimes to humanity For the harm that is being done to my child For the lie that he can be a woman, for the lie that depression stops with blockers and boobs and after that with surgeries I want the vultures to pay for mutilating children, teenagers, young adults. I want the vultures to pay for destroying families, mutilating beautiful perfect bodies without any remorse, without thinking that what they are doing could do more harm than good all because of money. I want the vultures to cry all the tears that I have cried for my child, every day. I want the vultures to feel the pain I feel to see my child suffering, believing a lie and telling me to leave him alone because I am ignorant and stupid. I want the vultures to pay for steeling my child 's love and respect for his parents.
Perfection in a poem. Feeling this so hard!!! 😭