HUSH, DON’T MAKE A SOUND

She lay in your strong arms

Trusting and innocent
You drowned her and killed her
Her cries feeble but
Her struggle to live persistent
Naked and defenseless
Punished by you for being
What she had not chosen to be-- A girl
Unwanted, unwelcome
The Mother of Man, deserved to die
So was killed in the womb
By her sons, Cowards all.
Sons of slavish mothers
In drunken stupor
Bought and sold
At will and whim
Some tossed in the ocean and in the seas
Drifting on to unknown shores
Chasing some drunken dream.
Hush, don’t make a sound
Here lies the sleeping Indian giant
Don’t make a sound
For if the giant wakes
It will be the Judgment Day
And all hell will break loose.