Mother

[Foxtrot]

Father, I lie beneath the hollow
Contorted amongst crippled kings
Strung my eyes to somber skies
Nauseous as the angels sing

Although I plead for guidance
Quartered onto blackened shores
Children are smothered, laid to rest
Hung and numbered twelve by four

I lie here writhing
Twisted beneath this sickening spell
A buzzing of a dozen solemn hymns
Oh Mother, my eyes they swell

I reckon I stand corrected
Dressed in foreign tongues of shame
Veins and marrow splayed meek and mild
Oh Brother, I've stained my name

I'm bothered- I digress
For once I glowed with pride
Although fate was shy and broken
Which cast my eyes to hide