Rudyard Kipling - The Mother’s Son

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Rudyard Kipling - The Mother’s Son

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I have a dream, a dreadful dream A dream that is never done I watch a man go out of his mind And he is My Mother's Son They pushed him into a Mental Home And that is like the grave: For they do not let you sleep upstairs And you aren't allowed to shave And it was not disease or crime Which got him landed there But because They laid on My Mother's Son More than a man could bear What with noise, and fear of death Waking, and wounds and cold They filled the Cup for My Mother's Son Fuller than it could hold Thеy broke his body and his mind And yet They madе him live And They asked more of My Mother's Son Than any man could give For, just because he had not died Nor been discharged nor sick They dragged it out with My Mother's Son Longer than he could stick.... And no one knows when he'll get well So, there he'll have to be: And, 'spite of the beard in the looking-glass I know that man is me!

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  • Rudyard Kipling