On a heap of ashes
       a mother sits
               tearing at her clothes
                         as life's demands tear at her soul

On a heap of *******
       a mother makes her bed
                breathing in the stale air
                         as the darkness consumes her soul

On a heap of decay
       a mother sits and cries
                salt stained cheeks and bruised lips
                        as she watches her children pass her by

On a heap of mined soil
        a mother sits and contemplates
                the suffering and sacrifice, she willingly had made
                        the precious stones, the gold and diamonds

Nothing but natural resources - depleted.