Respond to the poem you posted yesterday with a poem of your own.
Do not victimize us for caring so much
Our nursery rhymes were tales about how all depends on us
The home is where the future generation is nurtured
Make a good home
But you know us
We cannot possibly stop there, we overflow with care
Now we are raising other people’s sons to be come our son’s fathers
That can only end well
Whatever happens it can never be his fault
So here we are soil, back at your bosom
Swallow us for every time we thought we could raise men
And ended up with fatherless men
The curse of caring, you brought this upon us
We have always done as you requested of the daughters of the soil.