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My heart was pounding like a hawk in jess

For my daughter who cries in distress

And since we can hear them pounding at the door

My daughter is silent and she weeps no more

We both screamed as our threshold came down

And covered our heads as we fell to the ground

They picked us up and carried us outside

Where my daughter turned to look at me with panic in her eyes

And as she slowly watched, a man walked up to the cote

And asked me for my hawks or my daughter's throat

I told them my hawks, for they had been long gone

Since I knew they would come and had freed them at dawn

And when his men had left for the mews

My daughter and I fled for the house in bemuse

We desperately looked for a place to hide

But when the men came back, we panicked and shied

and as the men came tearing things asunder

I heard my daughter coming up from the bunker

Before I knew it they were stretching the Star of Jerusalem from my throat

And my daughter came screaming, her words in a mote

While the other men grabbed her by her collar shirt

And with a bit of rope put he neck in a girt

They lifted he chin up with tears in her eyes

As they pulled my throat with the Star of Jerusalem now red with crimson blood dyes

And they took my daughter away from where I lay in anguish until I died

And as soon as I reached serenity I followed my daughter as a cloud in the sky

The men took her into slavery for the next two years of her life

But one day she caught pneumonia and slowly, she died

This story is wretched and I take no pride

In telling you that this story was taken from a different side

For I am the daughter who watched her mother die