Ode to the Mother of all Wars.
Oh War Mother
How many children you have
Feeding off
The ones who cannot speak
Oh War Mother
My night is filled
With empty screams
And you Smile down at me, blessing me with oil
Oh War Mother
I am suffering in this desert
In a desolate wasteland
That so many rocks think is a paradise
War Mother
You leave none alive
And a sole rebel, will scribe
In poetic words of truth, of how a nation
Was killed
Oh War Mother, I sing this Ode in your name.
