You’re tired and it’s all too much
so much you’re ready to give up
but giving up is easy so
she didn’t
She put him down upon the ground
and went to run between the mounts
Her feet were calloused but her plan
was simple
She scanned
t h e d e s o l a t e h o r I z o n
not a soul nor caravan
yet she endured and on she ran
our mother
A woman strong, believing slave
how could she know a nation would
spring from the dry heels of her
crying babe
Relief will come, slow down a bit
and may it be that you will find
yourself saying zam zam or
drinking it