Wulf
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This is a piece that I wrote some time ago. I hope it is suitable.
Palestine, a place where "Collateral Damage" seems acceptable.
Sing to me Mother
Sing to me Mother, the little girl cried.
Sing to me of days gone by.
Sing of the days when we lived with pride.
Tell me why our people cry.
Tell me Mother why they have come,
Who are those men carrying guns.
Why is that bulldozer crumbling our home?
Why is the smoke blocking the sun?
Sing to me about the marketplace.
Why did the airplane drop its bombs?
Everything burned beyond a trace
Sing to me please about Daddy’s Tomb.
Sing to me Mother the little girl cried,
As the soldiers destroyed all that she’d known.
Not understanding her Mother had died.
Or why the seed of hatred had grown.
Sing to me Mother, the little girl cried.
Sing to me of days gone by.
Sing of the days when we lived with pride.
Tell me why our people cry.
Robin A Spicer
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12th June 13, 2005
Palestine, a place where "Collateral Damage" seems acceptable.
Sing to me Mother
Sing to me Mother, the little girl cried.
Sing to me of days gone by.
Sing of the days when we lived with pride.
Tell me why our people cry.
Tell me Mother why they have come,
Who are those men carrying guns.
Why is that bulldozer crumbling our home?
Why is the smoke blocking the sun?
Sing to me about the marketplace.
Why did the airplane drop its bombs?
Everything burned beyond a trace
Sing to me please about Daddy’s Tomb.
Sing to me Mother the little girl cried,
As the soldiers destroyed all that she’d known.
Not understanding her Mother had died.
Or why the seed of hatred had grown.
Sing to me Mother, the little girl cried.
Sing to me of days gone by.
Sing of the days when we lived with pride.
Tell me why our people cry.
Robin A Spicer
© copyright, All rights reserved
12th June 13, 2005
