Persistence of Memory

Though in a land of plenty
I can't forget my baby
Or the sunny shattered terrace
And the blackened bones of malice
The cairn of stones that covers
The body of my father
Where the wind disturbs the fibers
Of his clothing poking through

I can't forget my baby
Though my husband held her tightly
As she whimpered in the darkness
Lest the border guard should hear -
The şebeke, who took her
Said he'd take care of her
Told my husband not to worry
Told my baby not to fear

I can't forget my baby
In her bed so rough and ready
In a silence deep and solemn
As she sleeps beneath the sky
The pill that gave her slumber
Was it gentle - did it numb her
Have the wolves now found her
Was a tear upon her eye

In the nameless forest
Where they killed my dearest
Where dwells my emotion
And the part that is not here
Though in a land of plenty
I can't forget my baby
The horrors in my mem'ry
Ever standing near