Mother, O Mother
Where is the nurture of the lioness?
The protection like the mother bear?
Where is the light in the darkness?
The shade of the ancient tree?
Mother, O Mother
I am haunted by their eyes
His eyes: as the fire engulfed my head
Her eyes: 'We’ll call you'
His eyes: as I stared down the barrel
Once. Twice. Thrice. Four
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