your Mother

Your mother has gone to the forest maybe she has been eaten by lions or raped my strange men….they sing to little girls…or maybe she has become warrior queen
Or maybe she has been found by strange men…washer woman ring your bell,
Wake the dead of suited men brill creams hair, telling tales of home speaking of now,
Toasting a far away  sun and revolution and independence has happened as they mark it with a happening and a quite revolution whee the Beatles rocked down the road the cavern were t hosting that day,
Wake the dead so they laugh at our quarrels now why did with bother they might say as we push our selves to lodged is arguments cracks on the ground they sealed with broken hands , but they never told us to keep looking up so we continue to fall,

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