Midweek Review
Mother and Child Rupture
By Lynn Ockersz
The Toque Monkey babe,
Is in her mother’s warm embrace,
Growing in love impossible to replace,
But the hour mercilessly draws near,
When the two would be torn apart,
By powers eyeing a Mess of Pottage,
And the mum would end up in East Asia,
In one of its murkiest backwaters,
Where her fate would be sealed,
By open market prices for animal flesh,
While the babe would be left helpless,
In harrowing tracts of local forests,
Cowering from monstrous predators,
But withering and dying minus that care,
Which only a mother could bestow,
However, this is yet another tragedy,
That could very well have been avoided,
Except that states begging to stay alive,
Have no choice but to tamely succumb,
To their creditors’ manipulative wiles.