A childhood song

The deafening sound of bullets-
woke us as it always did in our little town.
I was cuddled right by my mother,
Consumed by teeth shuttering fear.

“Mother,” I said.
“Sing to me that song of fear”
I lay by her side to feel less afraid...
Whenever she'd sing, she'd hug me,
tight enough for me to feel her heart beat,
then she'd wipe the tears off my cheeks.
.
“Although fear is prone to grow,"
She sang,
"Each day we live to row,
will bring us peace and courage,
and guide us through the passage of raging storms”

“Although fear is prone to grow,
and sometimes it won't let go..."
A loud bang on the door startled us,
she stopped and I quickly wiped my tears

“OPEN THE DOOR!”
The renegade barked.
He struck open the door,
pushed forth in full force
clenching a gun in his hands.

When we tried to run out
the gun pelted bullets from hell,
and in frustration he let out a yell;
“GET ON THE FLOOR OR I'LL SHOOT TO KILL!”

 We lay flat like dead carcass.
In celebration, he fired rounds to the ceiling,
walked up to us and struck my mother atop!
She rolled to the side then a bullet ended her life.

I wailed and wailed,
I tried to reach for him,
he hoofed me back to the ground,
I succumbed and lost speech,
I curled up on the floor,
watched him as he lit his cigarette,
he let out a gust of smoke then strolled out,

“Although fear is prone to grow,
Each day we live to row,
will bring us peace and courage.
and guide us through the passage of raging storms...
Although fear is prone to grow,
and sometimes it won't let go,
I shall catch you when you fall
I'll be your breaker when the wind starts to blow,
I'll be your breaker when the wind starts to blow,
I'll be your breaker when the wind starts to blow,
I'll be your breaker when the wind starts to blow,
I'll be your breaker when the wind starts to blow..."