MY DAUGHTERS

by Griselda Steiner

MY DAUGHTERS
NAKED ANGELS
LED TO SLAUGHTER

MY SWEET GIRLS
FLOWERING
IN A CRUEL, CRUEL WORLD

WHO HOLDS YOUR HANDS
UNTIL YOU WEAR
A WEDDING BAND

IN THE DESERTS
I SEE YOU TOIL

IN THE JUNGLES
YOUR SMALL HANDS BLEED

IN THE MOUNTAINS
BURDENS SHAPE YOUR BACK

IN THE RIVERS
YOUR FEET ARE SOILED

MY DAUGHTERS
NAKED ANGELS
LED TO SLAUGHTER

MY SWEET GIRLS
FLOWERING
IN A CRUEL,' CRUEL WORLD

OH COME TO ME
YOU STARVING SOULS
I KISS YOUR FACE, YOUR EYES SO OLD

WHILE YOUR BROTHER
GROWS TO RULE
YOUR POOR STRICT WORLD
YOUR LIFE BEQUEATHS THE DUST

THEY CUT THE PLEASURE
FROM YOU LOINS
THE CORD - YOU WON'T
INHERIT THE WORLD

WHEN YOU MARRY
WILL YOU BE HIS
ONLY WIFE, A LONELY WIFE

YOUR CHILDREN
WILL YOU HOLD THEM
SAFE IN YOUR LOVING ARMS

I WILL HOLD YOUR HANDS
TEAR OFF THE WEDDING BAND

I GIVE YOU MY VOICE

THE WIND TO DRY YOUR TEARS
WILL YOU FOLLOW

BURNT OUT GODS IN THE RAIN

OR MY LOVE ON A
RAINBOW TO THE SUN