The captain was scathing
He's only a bum
As he lay on the slab
Some mother's son
They ran as a pack
With their knives and their gun
Looking for fodder
Or some mother's son
Hungry and homeless
Stinking of rum
Walk past him quickly
He's some mother's son
The news tells the story
They took her in turns
We should hang all the rapists
But they're still mother's sons
The pain that they carry
One's worse than the other
They don't deserve pity
But think of the mother
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James Stinson (
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what’s the message?
As a retired teacher (of 45 years) l encountered many a rascal in my day. Some of them, unfortunately, went on to an unfortunate life while most, thankfully moved on with purpose.
However, each time l spent with ‘mum’ l never failed to find the love and devotion they had for their child.
I suppose the message is not to be overly judgmental .
thank you
Feels way left but true, shifting pain onto a mother is not true justice..
so true, we were all children once
emblems of hope and innocence..
thanks for sharing, an important write
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