Bitter tears little one
not for the newborn softness of you
for the harshness you must endure
for the fervor with which you must
fight the psychedelic dust
for the way you struggle
to cast it from you.
Bitter tears pour
for the source of your birth.
She that has grasped at evil straws
even now fighting, clawing her way
to a life that deserves the gift of you.
Even your name awaits her voice.
For you little one, for you
who was fearfully and wonderfully made
my bitter tears I give to prayers.