Ignorance

Under my mother’s wing:

‘My’ voice is heard; naive,

Oblivious and of course absurd,

I snarl when others speak of sense,

And roar at all these claims of pretence

All because I am ignorant.

Under my mother’s wing:

‘My’ face is seen; transparent,

Blank and arguably obscene,

At the sight of shelter: I lick my lips,

I block the truth: an intellectual eclipse

All because I am ignorant.

I am under my mother’s wing:

All because I am ignorant