Mother is kind, mother is gentle
Mother is harsh, and mother is cruel
But within Mother’s arms we settle
In her arms, we slept in her cradle
But we children were too greedy, ignorant, and careless
And within her arms we began to rebel
Her beauty stolen, and lost all vividness,
Her anger began to swell.
“Begone, you prigs, and may you find out soon
That fools who have angered me, are no longer of kin!”
And she threw her children out of her arms and into the vast nothingness
The lost fools were in agony, their gravest of sin.
“Now here lies our home, may it rest in peace.”
And the Mother wept, and slept in grief.
And the children looked far-off in despair
At was once their home, beyond repair.