My Mother The War
[ lyrics: Natalie Merchant & Michael Walsh/music: J.C.Lombardo ]
she borders the pavement
flanks avenues
parades pass white glove attended by
my mother the war
she'll raise a shaft
lift a banner
toss a rose
my mother the war
she's made every effort
to salvage the few
bought fourteen liberty bonds
my mother the war
mother the war
she knows every neighbor
chats at their doors
compare econosize electric appliances
my mother the war
share tea and a seat
by my cradle with
my mother the war
mother the war
caressing the globe
touch on his isle
she wrings hands in pensive waiting
my mother the war
haunts her doorway
begs her postman
is there word for
my mother the war
momentos of distant vigil
three years each tour
"hands of god enfold him" prayed
my mother the war
mother the war
in bitter defiance
she's spitting the corps
she's wet a brood short league for combat
my mother the war
well acquainted with sorrow
left millions in grief
my mother the war
fold
laced
carrion
blood
soaked
robes
mother the war
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I'm wincing on the bitterest pill.
I refuse to swallow.
I'm offered the warmth of a velvet glove, an iron fist to some.
I'm hounded by white - right might that wants the country pure.
I'm incensed by those in awe of "living amongst their own".
Selective perfection will cut their own throats!
I'm constantly forcing the point, but we're all retching on dirt, =
and we'll choke if we don't spit it out!