Mothers
Cruelest of Mothers
Your heat burns our land
Your cold freezes every strand
You are unforgiving
One mistake results in a whipping
One misstep leads us closer to death
Oh, Mother,
Why do you hate us so?
Why choose our brethren
That want us all dead?
Mother,
How could you?
Kindest of Mothers
Your water heals our wounds
Your light guides us to our mounds
You are loving
When we fall we receive a lifting
When we are lost we get a guiding
Oh, Mother,
We love you so.
You chose brethren
That want us safe.
Mother,
Thank you
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