Moan Like A Virgin

a poem by Karan

I’m all tired and hurt, a different kind of comfort
But I stand strong, a grave my stage, a concert
The land you live in a mother I die for
We share the dream of silent shores

Selfish battle, the same web we choke in
And yet I’m here moaning like a virgin

Run away child I’ll fight for you to live
This sacrifice, my love, my life and all I’ll give
And never think twice to choose between life and lives
Giving all I have, fight till at last all that’s left dies

Selfish battle the same web we choke in
And yet I’m here moaning like a virgin

I wish I could cry, laugh and lie at ease
But I’m a doctor for a different disease
United in our own world we talk of the seed
Together we fight, together we bleed

Selfish battle the same web we choke in
And yet I’m here moaning like a virgin

Tired you sleep, hunger you eat
But often a sign that marks my defeat
My part, a savior, on this stage I play
My role, for yours to see a brighter day

Selfish battle the same web we choke in
And yet I’m here moaning like a virgin

There is another, a warrior dressed in blood
Fighting for our mothers, the earth that you call mud
But searching for another, its not each other we hate
For somewhere we’ll meet again, we enjoy a common fate

Selfish battle the same web we choke in
And yet I’m here moaning like a virgin