Mother here nor Mother there
Stifles up two guided rides
I bleed out when blood runs bare
And she tears forth through sullied hair
Protect protect she wailed from where
From here not there but near instead
As they peered at me gripping mare
And she tears forth through sullied hair
But gallop not for speed is rare
Mother prayed for patience first
Yet cuts rush forth they do with care
And she tears forth through sullied hair
For my horse the horse hers and their
Trample amply deep with force
Bulge in ride out she’ll face wear
And she tears forth through sullied hair
Bye bye Mother your hide is bare
Devilry keen and fiendishly fresh
You yourself your She shall fare
And she tears forth through sullied hair
So get gone Mother bleed from there
And witness true rides for your days
For you alone shall feel the mare
And you alone will tear quite forth
Through sullied hair and hopeless worth
- J. A. Kind