Imbalance

Imbalance of Power

Small and fragile the nest sits

waiting for life, leaning and pushing,

releasing the crowning glory.

It's not to be kept.

The constellation approves.

The powerless see

 the powers that be.

Privilege and influence are the controls,

in the cool shade of an industry disguised. 

Under the force of decades,

the impotent surrender.

Twigs snap, hearts break.

The powerless see 

  the powers that be.

How natural mothers are treated.....

The Vessel

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oil

Young and supple,

keeper of the precious.

Lifeblood pulses, cells are shared.

Body to body the history flows.

Your role ends here,

one's beginning is another's demise.

The cargo delivered to the waiting

who think the cure has arrived.

Cracked and worn,

the vessel waits

to be unearthed,

discovered by the one it bore.