MOTHER'S SON
Deformed
Love
Is applauded
Misguided
Sentiment
The rage.
Child-like
Innocence
Marauded
Mother's rape
Has weakened
Her gauge.
But somewhere
There are
Fields of clover,
Hearth fires
Glow...glassed
In red
And cliffs
Where souls
Climb over and over
Still reach
The hill
Where Mother's Son bled.
Deformed
Love
Is applauded
Misguided
Sentiment
The rage.
Child-like
Innocence
Marauded
Mother's rape
Has weakened
Her gauge.
But somewhere
There are
Fields of clover,
Hearth fires
Glow...glassed
In red
And cliffs
Where souls
Climb over and over
Still reach
The hill
Where Mother's Son bled.
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