She was a limping woman
The pilgrim who returned
To find her daughter run
away with another man.
Ground for a crime.
Madly in love with
prince charm, the daughter
fled from her home and husband
leaving both the children.
Perhaps because he was a tyrant?
But could this be the reason?
For a mother
to be made, an accomplice;
To kill her own daughter!
Did she breast feed her?
Thus justified;
Feel authorised to murder.
Still her for mendacious moral.
Rob her life
for family prestige?
A court under stay order
A judgement worn out of order
Icy cold decisions, to make even-
Wrong doings; Pitiable female offspring
Pay, falling in love, not with her husband.
Punished for not obeying; A price by dying-
With what right such virtuous lay waste, earth
The beautiful habitation long after giving birth?
Annihilate in pedantic postulation.
The heart inhuman; Escalate lip service; Oral keepers.
Chilly feelings creep through the spine
Convulsion for the body and mind
Stare blank, mock life
her body in pool
of blood
ornamented in
a string of bullets.

This incident overshadow all crimes
using a mother against her very own daughter
who was married with two children
but did not want to continue living with the man and fled.