Wednesday, June 27, 2018

hide your sons

Tell me where do I hide my sons
When you come at us, inspired
Tears and fires, hands and sticks
I don’t want any bones broken

This is what happens when sons 
see their mothers beaten 
with a stick like the end of a scarf
dangling into fire 

wild and unforgiving 
I don't want this to happen to my sons
tell me what to do 
when you come at us, while we are chanting?

this is the price we have to pay
those who stand between the curb and the stones
eroding voices to get at the end of a song 
that doesn't play but for some ears 

tell me where do I hide my sons
from all this madness, this anger?

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