I break stones all day long
Mother, you break your back
from dusk till break of dawn.
We moved from left to wrong
Mother. cornered by fate
I break stones all day long.
and watch you lay withdrawn
mother, dreading the hours
from dusk till break of dawn.
Scrambled notes of a song
mother, cheap lust’s prey - while
I break stones all day long.
Your hopes from times foregone
mother, breathe within me
from dusk till break of dawn.
Men who stain your sarong
Mother, plague my mind. So
I break heads all night long-
from dusk till break of dawn.