Widow, widow, What Shall You Do

Widow, widow, What Shall You Do

 

Widow, Widow, they’ve all gone
You stand alone with one last son
They stole your husband, cut him short
And then they laughed before they fought
Your eldest son, and ran him through
All this as if to torture you.
And now you’re left, with your new born
So raise him to be good and strong
And then when they decide to fight
They’ll have your young one in their sights
They’ll shoot him, stone him, hang him too
No parts to be returned to you
And then you will be all alone
Your tears will fill your hollow home
But widow, widow, what will they do?
They’ve taken all your men from you
Their bloodthirst they have not fulfilled
By having all your loved ones killed
Oh widow, widow what shall you do?
When they decide to come for you.

 

© simon garlick