A Man Mothered by The World

The mandate of a lifetime 

Like a growing seed sprouting into a flora

Sealed by a globe of innocence 

Decorated by the warmth of a mother’s kiss to her child 

In an envelope, she delivered her seed to the world

A world catered by the misery of a peasant 

Encompassed by a shallow substance of spite for the man on the throne 

Reigned by the word of the devil 

Breeding symptoms of a corrupt soil 

Of greed and arrogance 

Memories of euphotic innocence the seed sought 

In a letter, he wrote of a manic struggle  

The anguish of a lifetime

Sworn to a destination by the mailman 

To a withering casket dwelling in eternal perishment

– “A man mothered by the world”

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