A painful pondering--

A painful pondering
It is not a trivial one day’s matter,
It is not a short term’s manoeuvre
it is not a year’s painful trauma
it is a solid five decades of parasites’
rapacious plundering into a vale,
It is a piteous wonder why should God
send such hounds into the smooth flowing
haven of placid helpless, creatures, one such was
Pushed fifty years ago to grow with the
Overflowing venom awfully inherited
From the womb where it came from,
Every minute’s progress was from the
Lust personified Mother
itself a putrefied commodity,
every penny by the itch of flesh, scratching,
every day’s food it swallowed by cunning, craft,
dubious knock of the house, every lie, every
Blasphemy, strong in its strangulation.
A victim of its own venom to be.