It can happen so fast
\nin the blink of an eye
\none minute your safe
\nthe next where you lie
\nyour mother lies dead
\nshot by those men
\nwho drove up in a truck
\nclose to our den<\/p>\n
one second ago she was
\nstanding, heart well it beat
\nlike a drum
\nnow she is lying
\nmotionless and we,her young
\ndaughters are numb
\nwe are frightened
\nfor how can manage
\nwhere can we go
\nnow she’s dead
\nour schooling has
\nonly just started
\nand now it has
\ncome to a head<\/p>\n
Alpha and Nukka
\ntwo sisters
\nlost in a forest of woe
\nwhere the shadows loom dark
\nwhere mama left her mark
\nand we do not know
\nwhere we should go<\/p>\n
wandering aimlessly lost
\nto the world
\nfrustrated at what humans do
\nthey took our proud mother
\nand also our brother
\nwe now do stay close
\nto the Sioux
\na nation of men of the forest
\nwho stood by their land
\nand were free
\nwhose respect for the wolves
\nwas known near and far
\ntheir protection we gained avidly.<\/p>\n
Mohammad Ali and his friend Lone Wolf
\ntook us over and sent us to where
\nwe could be safe in very big garden
\nloving the scent in the air
\nwe stay there in peace and our favours
\nare wonderful love from those two
\nmen like the ones who killed our mama
\nbut men clearly real men yes who<\/p>\n
Love us for what we are, wild souls
\nthey do not have guns not at all
\nthey take our pictures and feed us each day
\nand of course we respond when they call
\nI’m. Alpha and she is my sister
\nNukka little sister in fact,
\nshe is so shy with a sparkling eye
\nbut quick when she has to react<\/p>\n
The boys want to teach us what mother
\nwas teaching
\nthey feed us and help us each day
\ncaptivity surely can change our perceptions
\nand soften us maybe, this way
\nis why we must think with our instinct
\nand not be persuaded to play<\/p>\n
too much with Lone Wolf
\nfor absorbing his scent
\ncould release in us that wilder streak
\nthat when we’re confronted with some
\nsudden danger
\nwe might just be rather too meek<\/p>\n
we have to harp back to our roots
\neveryday
\nconcentrate on our desires
\nits nice to be loved by 2 lovely men
\nbut we must stay the course and our fires
\nmust burn deep inside us for ever
\nwe are wolves the wild wilderness, we
\ncan cope with its wind and its wildness
\nand know when we wander we see<\/p>\n
everything open and splendid
\nall of God’s creatures who ply
\nup in the tree tops
\nor down on the ground
\nor who scamper down deep
\nknowing why<\/p>\n
the storm clouds amass
\nand the hail stones appear
\nand rivulets run in the wood
\nwhere toadstools just magically
\nleap into sight
\nfly agaric with its
\nred spotted hood<\/p>\n
we have to intentionally
\nswitch off
\nwe have to remain bold and fine
\nwe run through the hedges
\nand into the sedges
\npretending our life’s
\non the line<\/p>\n
we must train for
\neventualities
\ngood ones and bad ones, for we
\nare the daughters of our proud mother
\nwho was killed near where
\nboth of us be<\/p>\n
her eyes were wide open
\nall seeing
\nskywards into the great blue
\nshe stared and she spared us
\nthe great pain of healing
\nfor we didn’t know what we should do<\/p>\n
Now lone and Mohammed have got us
\nand treat us so perfectally well
\nwe hope we can soon wave good bye
\nto the boys
\nand go back fully trained for a spell
\nits so hard in the forest
\nwith man on one’s trail
\nwith rifles cocked bows stocked
\nits easy to fail<\/p>\n
mother’s experience
\nshe had a great deal
\nbut the man was invisible
\ntill her last squeal
\nshe clearly was open and
\nphysically strong
\nbut in tending to us possibly
\n got it wrong<\/p>\n
when the bullet rang out
\nand entered her skull
\nand her eyes they were gone
\nand the light it got dull
\nshe really was beautiful
\nwe both could see
\nher beautiful lines
\nand her true constancy<\/p>\n
now we are orphaned
\nso not any more
\ncan we play with our Mother
\non the den floor
\nwe can’t howl in the moonlight
\nwith mother alas
\nor run through the hail
\nto the final morass<\/p>\n
instead we recall
\nall the good times we had
\nwe are learning new things
\nbut we still, are sad
\nto have lost our fine mother
\nwho just knew what to do
\nwho was all things to us
\nand to most of the Sioux.<\/p>\n
Lone Wolf is thinking
\nto take us to where
\nwe can get back to Nature
\nand once again share
\nthe wild paths, the wild ways
\nof wild wolves whose ken
\nto appreciate them but not
\nall the men<\/p>\n
for some do lay traps
\nand poison the bait
\nthey shoot us with bullets
\nor arrows, they wait
\nlike great ghouls in hollows
\nin camouflaged hides
\nso with our sharpened senses
\nand extra long strides<\/p>\n
we can run across thickets
\nand just disappear
\nleap up the rock face
\nand fly off from here
\nwe are the sisters, from Istafan who
\nknow the lore of the forest
\nand what we must do.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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