mother in her bones, she is troubled again
her veins infiltrated with hate
her flesh her bones kept healthy in the history of bulls for selfish devices
mother sobs once more
where, my brothers
was it the children that went wrong
her maiden name, America the great
where, my brothers
a call to arms again?
she bleeds urgent pleads
from the celestial skies down cast angel eyes witness her heart loins arms surrendered confined by wires borders and fences
sacred promises from her lips
twisted violated printed on marching scripts
her self lost to the inferno of the times
where, my brothers
mother forlorn freedom she calls
from the new agent orange deluge
her deathbed does not have to be the truth