The Struggle of a Mother

Alfia stood before the funeral pyre of her own flesh and moaned you sad humanities attend relentless gods of punishment turn your dreadful vision on these baneful rights i'm avenging and committing crime with death must death be justified and crime be added unto crime let funerals upon succeeding for funerals attend. Let these accumulating woes destroy a wicked race shall happy enias bask in the great fame of his victorious son and thestias mourn without slaughtered ones tis better they should both lament the deed witness the acts of my affection shades of my departed brothers and accept my funeral offering given at a cost beyond my strength to bear wretched me distracted is my reason pity me, she said.