MUM!

I stood in the hall, helpless and hapless.
Thought it was my toy gun, noisy but bullet-less.
The barrel was staring into my eyes, filled with dread
Least did I know why the walls were red.

Standing in front of me was his fiery image
Chanting your name, but in rage!
Is he also your child? Oh my Lord!
If you claim so, please don’t be proud.

Granny always said all of us are your babies
But some are cruel; you are unjust to your own beauties!
Merciless he was, like the demons in her stories
All I heard was a ‘thud’ and now I am in your storeys!

I wanted to be with my pals, choiring that song.
I wanted to play with them all day long.
And now, I see no one dear to me here
I never wanted to meet you with this fear.

Make us all good; make us all pray to you alike
For this is ‘your’ world and ‘you’ have to rid it of the spite
Who else will save your children from this plight?
Which is killing us all, the ignorant cruel and the innocent right!

Oh my Saviour, you owe me an answer!
Don’t choose to be deaf, don’t choose to be mum!



-HMV