Turtle Ways

A violent wave hurl up, washing new born turtles

Welcoming into wicked world, warm waters but cold

Saving from six legged shells but safe they are not

Hatched with an armored back, hard enough it is not

One remains a thousand births, but still carries a ton

Flapping along with fins, nothing on limbs to hold on

What miserable life it goes through, a misery untold

On the verge when sea meets sand, a fate decided

What’s less evil, eternal pain or a quick mercy death

Yet fights hard for life, unknown to their tiny minds

Is it nature or nurture, after all, His tyranny found

Water and earth, foes and food, till nut-shell turns

Into hard rock, still wavering of desires that runs

These turtle ways, are tough yet slow adventure

Living for ages that only mean a burden, a grief

For lost siblings and deep guilt for this selfish life

Mother to thousands more but mothering none

Mourning to memories of embryos born, unborn

A cruel labor serves as a mere prey, saves one

Of many, to begin a journey, an essential scorn

Of turtle ways, these sad, silent yet heavy marvels