IF SHE CRIES

If she cries who will wipe her eyes?
Not even her children or grandchildren
Because by them she's been despised and brutalised
Loved and hated, betrayed and humiliated
But still she grows
Destined for where no one knows

Surviving different stages she gracefully ages
Year after year in the cloth she's ever worn;
A green and white gown
Now tattered and torn
Young but quite old, rich and yet poor
She stands for peace and represents unity

She begs for freedom out of captivity
Freedom of oneself and freedom from atrocities
Committed by her seeds for selfish needs
She's been so independent growing her seeds
Greasing their knees, providing their needs
But now she's weak

If she cries they'll suffer and grieve
Each and every one of her seeds
The repercussion they'll surely receive
A harvest of weeds is what they'll reap
They'll struggle in vain and paddle in pain
Because the tears she'll shed will water like rain