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Mother's of This Earth
The drizzling rain had left the night
darkness upon her cheeks,
it was fight or flight
The earth glistened, remnants of the rain
Cold memories flowing into the gutters
and off it goes into the drains
Shadows sweeping across the land
what's left of the night, stood silent in vigil
watching her disappear in the morning light
An angel from the heavens at the gates of day
a silent sentinel of unknown darkness
watching the horizons, the sunrising ray
Last night, she picked up her torn and tattered gown
gathered it into her ravaged arms
and she quietly slipped away from the wretched town
Into the timeless capsule, where the past night’s deed retire
after their turn to obliterate is done
a new dawn shall begin, women with hearts on fire
The nectar of passion, poisoned by man’s ravage desire
becoming the beasts of lawless wilderness
and i’m not the one you can pay and i’m for hire
From the Far East of Asia to the Caribbean sea, i see the flames
fanned by the gusting oceanic winds
forgoing one’s dignity as they set sail from the River Thames
Once an honourable clan, now their souls trampled in dirt
let the mothers of this earth, be armed and alert
and butcher these men, till they erase any ideas of hurt!
darkness upon her cheeks,
it was fight or flight
The earth glistened, remnants of the rain
Cold memories flowing into the gutters
and off it goes into the drains
Shadows sweeping across the land
what's left of the night, stood silent in vigil
watching her disappear in the morning light
An angel from the heavens at the gates of day
a silent sentinel of unknown darkness
watching the horizons, the sunrising ray
Last night, she picked up her torn and tattered gown
gathered it into her ravaged arms
and she quietly slipped away from the wretched town
Into the timeless capsule, where the past night’s deed retire
after their turn to obliterate is done
a new dawn shall begin, women with hearts on fire
The nectar of passion, poisoned by man’s ravage desire
becoming the beasts of lawless wilderness
and i’m not the one you can pay and i’m for hire
From the Far East of Asia to the Caribbean sea, i see the flames
fanned by the gusting oceanic winds
forgoing one’s dignity as they set sail from the River Thames
Once an honourable clan, now their souls trampled in dirt
let the mothers of this earth, be armed and alert
and butcher these men, till they erase any ideas of hurt!
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