Death do you not hear
Me calling you to remove
Me from these times
To blot out my name
From this history
Not to make me observe
These crimes of mothers
Watching the innocence
Of her child being stolen
Away in silence without
A word to say
Of children hurt and angry
Putting their old folk away
In pastures of death dying
To stay there to decay
Of sons no longer willing
To respect what their mothers
Say but do hold her heart
As captive now that farther
Has gone astray in search
Of greener fields following
Words that others do say
Death do you not hear
My longing for in this place
To not make me stay