Hush little men, don't say a word, mother's open hand holds the mocking bird, and the mocking bird does always sing, when it's not frightened by anything.


Matriarch Sing

Steal my rhythm
Match the crime
Old songs die hard
In Modern Time
Lullaby brain
Rock to the beat
This is the armor
They shan't defeat
A nursery rhyme
For the falling reign
Build Her back up
Re-impose Her Name
Balance doth scream:
Return us our Mothers!
Patriarchal Rulers
Hath killed our Brothers
Men in shame withdraw
Beg that She might forgive
Better you heed now
Than to never have lived.

Ciera S. Louise c. 10/08/08 rev. 10/12/08