Mother of mine
sing me a lullaby.
For I am tired,
a fatigue sleep cannot fix.
Nestled deep in my bones,
as the world lies itself
heavy over my back.
Mother of mine
sing me a lullaby.
For I am bent down,
kneeling at the feet of grief.
The screeching sound of pain
from our motherly earth
ringing in my ears.
Mother of mine
sing me a lullaby.
For I am anguished,
with my heart sick.
Their prayers arising
from torment,
wailing for their children.
Mother of mine
sing me a lullaby.
For I am mourning,
the death of compassion.
With cries for relief
haunting my dreams,
yet falling
on deaf ears.
Mother of mine
sing me a lullaby.
For I am weary,
wrangling for life
of democracy.
Leaving with scarce humanity,
our future in despair.
Mother of mine
sing me a lullaby.
For I am desperate,
for justice
to find its grip again.
Until then
let me become blind
to misery.
Mother of mine
don’t let me fall asleep.
Sit in the hurt
with me.
For if we close our eyes,
to sorrow unmendable,
who will reimagine
a world
arising from the suffering.
lullaby
