Bred for one purpose only, to die in man's sport. - Natalie Merchant

Down the way a silk design
This face is mine
Tis I, Katrina!
Katrina, I.

The old men with their traditions challenged
Refrained from tears.

She borders the pavement
Flanks avenues
The parades pass
White glove attended by
My mother the war

She'll raise a shaft
Lift a banner
Toss a rose
My mother the war
Mother the war

Mother the war

She knows every neighbor
Chats at their doors
Compare
Econosize electric appliances
My mother the war

Come share tea
And a seat by
My cradle with
My mother the war
Mother the war

Mother the war

Forsaken vigil
Three years each tour
Hands of God enfold him
Prayed
Mother the war

Haunt a doorway
Beg a postman
Is there word for
Mother the war

My mother the war
Mother

5 black stars!

In bitter defiance
She's spiting the corps
Wet a brood
Short league for combat
Mother the war

Well acquainted
With sorrow
With grief
My mother the war

Mother the war!

Folded lace
Carrion and
Blood soaked robes
Folded lace
Carrion
Blood soaked shroud!