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Alabama State Troopers attack SNCC leader John Lewis, Edmund Pettus Bridge, Montgomery,  Alabama, March 7, 1965 Courtesy U.S. Library of Congress (LC-DIG-ds-12577) For so many years I raged at the machine Enraged rantings of an angry little boy Life is funny - how it turns out Cul de sacs and blind alleyways Dead ends - unexpected - for which we now must atone So many days of piss and vinegar Bitter words, unkind action Spread to the wind and hard to ever retrieve It's understandable - you might say  Why worry about what can't be undone Well, if this were true Then, what hope is there left for the unjustified dead Who will speak for mother's left broken  As their sons swung from the lynching tree No, there is an accounting ahead A reckoning to be had If not now - then on Judgement Day The Cherokee tears The black man's screams  Their blood cries out to us from the grave Our lands are stolen Our gold - it has been drenched in martyr's blood So what is to become o...

There are mothers, and grammas, and stepmoms Actually, any kind of mother will do The world is dying for lack of compassion This man's world - lacks a lot - as kindness goes Dog eat dog - is not a mother's point of view Broken bones, skinned elbows, and dog bites Ask a mother - she'll know exactly what to do It's sad - now that I think of it That there's a special holiday As if cards and flowers can somehow suffice Because mothers - from day one - loved without recognition Their own blood, sometimes, a willing sacrifice So, remember, call you Mom and your Granny It's not much But its the least we can do Happy Mothers Day! Are words we should be speaking forever Not just one Sunday in May - once a year For Frankie Gamble Born February 1934 Died July 2019