Mother, what brings you home this year?
Do you come with hope, or in fear?
They’ve bound us on four sides
If we transgress no place to hide
You’ve come and gone as we endured
They grew bold, more space they gained
This time will we see them slain?
The lot beheaded, freed from pain:
Or one more useless battle fought
With words, rhetoric and froth
Lip service all- posturing galore
Each an eye wash, nothing more.
Mother, you come every year
Promising to wipe our tears
In pomp, grandeur revelry is lost
Your pristine presence, we pay the cost
Our tortured bodies they discard
Game over, like a deck of cards
We live on with mutilated minds
Searching for home we never find.
This time let's do something new
With drum beats welcome another You
That roaring lion in our mind
Your presence in us we will find
Then battle ground we'll extend
Hearth to hearts that spew pretense
Together we'll slay demons wild
Those that roam and those that hide.
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