Dignified, they are
the mourning mothers.
Scarfed and subservient.
They wait.
Silently they wait.
Grainy pictures.
Fresh graves.
Crass he is
the crazy crook.
Moppish and misplaced.
He rants.
Raucously he rants.
His face fills the screen
He's everything he's always been.
A Holy War.
That's what it's all for.
And still,
amidst the chaos.
Dignified and aloof,
They still sit.
Silently.
Patiently.
Womanly.
About Me
- prettyintelligentprincess
- Turrets and Spires, Near the sea., United Kingdom
- An imperfect mother. An unfaithful wife. A career professional. Waiting to feel the stone thrown at her by the one without sin.
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