Fire traps the bear,
Prison hot and smoking,
Ever eating all escape,
Hissing,
“To kill your brown ass!”
Flame whip crack in hooded waves
Burning blood on boarders raped
Where
Hate divides a mom and babe.
…
A den,
Burning, smoking, gagging – cub,
separated below a purple mountain cliff,
A child,
dying below a purple mountain cliff.
…
“To kill your brown ass,”
Majesty.
Call me Hanq 
Hate divides a mom and babe , so inevitable, really, the rest of life spent desperately trying to know love, so that they may be again reunited, yeah , hate and love , and life
its nature is it not, that takes the cub from the mother….still its sad…imagine the fear in each of them at the thought of the loss of the other…the last two lines take this beyond bears for me…
Correct this is beyond bears; just a metaphor.