What must you have thought, oh one we call Mother,
To see your Seed devoured by your Husband and Brother–
When the one you had loved was usurped by your Son
And the Golden Age fell and the World was undone
By your new King’s creation whom He had called Man?
Now bound as you are by polluted Sky and Land
Your skin drenched by blood
Menacingly chained by neck and hands
For a creation ruled by Hate and Greed–
How it must be pain bound beneath their feet.
When you weighed the measure of your sons and you daughters
Was it greater than the destruction of the Stars and the Trees?