Losing Your Sons

There is a hole in time –
Things – that must not happen.
Scenes – never to be seen.
Sounds – death to human ears.

My sister saw the future
My mother mourns the past
Yet on the very edge of time
She’s stuck: my noble brother’s love.
They took her boy, the pricks!
They feared the child might someday take revenge…
Someday – you kinky fools:

His little flying soul
Will stain your names forever
His uncomparing smile
Shall doom your memory!
His simple zest for life
Beats all your cynic tricks!
You murdered everything
That’s precious and sublime.
How dare you even breathe?
How dare you breathe?

My sister sees the future
My mother mourns her sons
Yet till the very end of time
We’re stuck – together, all of us.
They took our prince, the pricks!
They feared, the child might someday take revenge…
Someday – you kinky fools!
Someday?

His little flying soul
Will stain your names forever
His uncomparing smile
Shall doom your memory!
His simple zest for life
Beats all your cynic tricks!
You murdered everything
That’s precious and sublime.
How dare you even breathe?
How dare you breathe?
His little flying soul shall stain your names forever!