Sisera's Mother

Sisera's mother picturing the plunder
Sisera's mother obliviously musing aloud:
"A womb or two for every warrior"
"A dyed, many colored garment for my son"

Sisera's mother waiting by the window
Sisera's mother looking through the lattice, lamenting:
"Where is his chariot?"
"Why haven't I heard its clatter?"



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Writer(s): Alexander Curtis Moss
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