SUNDAY SAUCE: Why, Mama, why?

Oxy Moron, Contributor

Mama, it has been a long time since I last saw you in person. December 29, 2011, to be exact. Remember? Then, my heart was full of glee, hope, promise for a brighter tomorrow. Well, tomorrow is here, Mama. But, Mama, my heart is broken and I'm dying, dying of hunger, Mama, and disappointment.

I know, it's many of us, but for once, can you please come to see me? Because I cannot pass your gatekeepers. They told me you are working, working, working. But could you make some time for me, please, Mama, please?

I am yearning to be embraced in your ample bosom. I want you to squeeze me and kiss me once, and kiss me more, and whisper into your ears, and tell me your love me.

But, Mama, I also want you to tell me, why, why, why? Why the $60 million for those vehicles? When I'm here on the brink of death. Why, Mama, why? You said you were not in any talk, talk, talk, but now you are talking as if talking were going out of style, defending your big brothers and sisters. While they are wallowing in the laps of luxury, your children are here perishing on the pinnacle of poverty in New Haven, in the zinc and cardboard huts, jumping from building block to building block over maggot-infested water. Why, Mama, why? It was 1 million pound to shell down the London Olympics, and now this?

Mama, Christmas is coming, the breeze is getting cooler, but $60 million for posh car not cool at all in these times, when even Obama is facing recession. Oh, Mama, Mama, I'm so angry. Can a woman's tender care cease towards the child she bore? Yes, you said you care, and if you really do, then come rescue me. And if you can't, then tell me the truth, because I don''t want to die with anybody on my chest.

I just want to look into your eyes, one more time, because I know I'm not going to make it. Oh, how I long to run my hand through your long, black hair, and feel the nearness of you. And if you don't make it before I close my eyes in death, please come to my grave and tell me you love me - you can at least fake it, as usual, but please, Mama, tell me why, why, why!?