Sentinel

Mama, Mama

Why am I dressed in black,

Am I dead?

No, son, no

Grandpa’s dead.

He was fighting the Russians

But they got him instead.

He was a tall, strong man

He never let us down.

So let’s go and put him

in the cold, cold ground.

Mama, Mama

Why am I dressed in black,

Am I dead?

No, child, no

Uncle is dead.

He was fighting Indians

But they got him instead.

He was a good, strong man

He never let us down.

So now, let’s go and put him

in the cold, cold ground.

Mommy, Mommy

Why am I dressed in black,

Am I dead?

No, sweet, no

Daddy’s dead.

He was fighting the terrorists

But they got him instead.

He was a brave, strong man

He never let us down.

So let’s go put him

in the cold, cold ground.

Mother, Mother

Why am I dressed in black,

Am I dead?

No, dear, no

Brother is dead.

He was fighting insurgents

But they got him instead.

He was a kind, young man,

He never let us down.

So let’s go and put him

in the cold, cold ground.

Mother, Mother

Why am I dressed in black

Am I dead?

No, son, no.

Not yet.

Rae

Rae is currently moored in the restless waters of Islamabad. Although her hailing port is Pakistan her heart follows the shifting winds, meaning that she is never anchored anywhere for too long. Feeling that a sailor’s life must encompass both, Rae learns science by day and dedicates her nights to the arts.

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