Rockaway Baby
Rock away baby
in your tree top,
When Earth winds blow
our cradle can't stop
And all Her Queen's horses
and all old bald white men
can't put Her regathered
together again.
Her welts raise our stories
of struggle and sin,
our strengths are new songs
about old wounds gone wrong.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2021
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