At_Last

o t h e r G.F.E. McGuiness

What mother is this? My mother, she claims.

What mother is this

Whose child, she maims?

What mother is such

Who, for her own gain, Puts wee ones in green To the wall?

Why the black and tan whip

That she cracks till they fall?

Is this my own mother? My mother at all?

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