Lest We Forget

God of our mothers, known of old,
Divine parent, whom we cling tight
On your words our laws we do mold
Our vast armies do claim your might
Divine Mother, be with us yet,
Lest we forget — lest we forget!

The protests and anger subside,
Crowds clear, cardboard signs are recycled.
Still words that based our countryside,
And still honored ourselves discipled.
Divine of love, be with us yet,
Lest we forget — lest we forget!

On our lands drenched in native blood,
we claim only in our own name.
A people we dragged through the mud,
Wild and free spirits we tried to tame.
Divine wrath we continually whet,
Lest we forget — lest we forget!

Built on the backs of those oppressed,
Foreign land afraid of foreign.
People from whom their homes we wrest,
And now left without a door in.
Divine freer of men left unmet,
Lest we forget — lest we forget!

We have forgotten you, Divine!
We revel in our many sins.
We call children in cages benign,
Hatred based on the color of skins,
Amnestic lies we tell each other.
Have mercy, forgotten mother.

(Inspired by Rudyard Kipling’s ‘Recessional‘)

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