Holding their palm fronds
Round and round the church court
Hosanna o hosanna they shouted
Higher and higher even with their fronds
A mother who held strongly, a hand
Her baby boy her lad precious to her heart
Yielding to his resistance
A moment
Him, she left
Without malice her beatings
His sensibilities to awake
Back into her strong grip, his hand
Back home with her only lad
Who never understood why
Throughout their journey
15. 08. 2013
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