A daughter is crying on her cell
Oh my dearest mom
Believe me, believe me
The bombs are falling all around.
The mother from Muscovy laughs aloud
Are you awake, my sweetheart
A hallucination, a nightmare no doubt.
My bear is a polar one, eager to hug you all
Proselytization is not Jesus’s call.
My dear child
Nothing to fear
The winner will not take it all.
The daughter cries out
Mom, my dearest mom
I love you
I love you most.
When no more call reaches to you
Believe then, believe then
That your Bear has taken me out.
Ferocity, deception, and sheer arrogance
The winner will take it all.
@apology to Abba for the line “winner takes it all”