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?



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