other but mostly the vulnerable and our children as our
nightly chorus rise up to our new
heaven, whilst flickering melted candles wither and die –
Signalling our doomed demise
Do you not hear our desperate cries for understanding kind
eyes?
We, The Mothers – We are the proud matriarchs but this is
no easy task as we
sometimes struggle alone praying not to hear another
knock to announce yet another
unfortunate death from stray bullets making the headlines
– A child a son a daughter
a father a brother a sister – Who will be next? How did we
get to this? Our hearts are
bleeding – A government in denial still not seeing our
continued suffering so hear our
now we sing our nightly chorus as we plead, Pass on the
love, we will win this war,
Empower your hearts, empower your minds, Pass on the
love! Gain strength and
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