mother god

mother god

where were you

for i couldn’t feel

protective wrath

in your silent lips

when the predator

preyed upon me

 

mother god

where were you

for i couldn’t hear

your anguished cries

when you looked away

as the executioner cut 

life from me

 

mother god

where were you

for i couldn’t see

compassionate eyes

upon your back

when i brought my shame

to you

 

mother god

where were you

for i couldn’t hear

your tears of mourning

from the other room

when death was born

from your daughter’s womb

 

mother god

where were you

for i couldn’t feel

your arms of welcome

in your icy stare

when i showed up at your door

starving with my children

 

mother god

where were you

when i couldn’t feel

 

 

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