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

Will prevail

The winner will take it all.

@apology to Abba for the line “winner takes it all”