“Mum”
A baby calls
Out of the
Night in need
The silence broken
Come Mother
Of the Magic words
Come
Mother make
The undoing
Of the Hate
That holds in cuffs
The binding hands
From making the escape
From lands that resonate
With echoes
Of injustice
Roams the halls
And highways of its minds
Are hostage
To the creed
Of greed it serves
No need
But that of wanting more
It feeds
The beads of sweat
That pour
From frenzied heads
That bend in slavery
Dear Holy Mother
Of many names
And ways of liberation
For we dig
Inside to find
Your hidden charm
To Save us
This disgrace
That we have made
In our rendition
Of the life
That gave us power
To erase
Ourselves away.
© K J Barr
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