A mother, counting some coins-- Terminated from work; Feeling desperate, panicked, and lost. Her newborn child, wailing for milk; No food on the table, Flies swarming the place. "O God, what shall I do? Help me--have pity on us. Please." Her heart in her throat, she prays. (Full Poem in CAPTION) A mother, counting some coins-- Terminated from work; Feeling desperate, panicked, and lost. Her newborn child, wailing for milk; No food on the table, Flies swarming the place. "O God, what shall I do? Help me--have pity on us. Please."
