Mother Taught Me
Mother taught me
When pride cankered me to climb
Trees upside down before the crowd
She scolded me
The higher the monkey climbs, son
The more he will
Expose. Her lessons truth has won
Feel now the thrill
For when took gold
And tongue, and people from the land
Nothing was left but tears and dying
Of human soul
All that gold was cankered with our blood
Things fall apart
Everywhere, the old systems melt to mud
Mother was smart
Blood money gone
Misery shakes the clouds of coming dawn
Confusion fold the banks that genius brimmed
A naked fawn
Alone and vulnerable, shivers in the sight
The trigger pressed
And Europe gropes through thickening night
Greed is careless.
Suicide haunts fear
Of the coming apocalyptic readjustments now
The wounded fawn rushes to the cliff, but blind
Nor can it hear
It is not the hunter but the wind in its chase
It's climb too far
I made impotent cannot rescue or its debt erase
Time healed my scar.
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