Never Unearthed

The liquid of life,

Drips with a meaning,

Never Unearthed,

For it was custom, 

That mandated it

The marks of a whip,

Burn with a meaning,

Never unearthed,

For it was custom,

That allowed it

The tears of a girl,

Drop with a meaning,

Never Unearthed,

For it was custom,

That prevented it

The screams of a child,

Drift with a meaning,

Never Unearthed,

For it was custom,

That expressed it

-Poem Fanatic