Let me call you wretched woman
For you dance in doubtful moments.
Are you a saint or a harlot ?
What is written on your lot ?
You, bearer of thousands --- MOTHER
Of these foolish war mongering brothers.
Look at these sores inflicted by your children
Who blocked civilisation as hindrance.
Blood, and human flesh !
Are these that you want to taste ?
Adultery, treachery and a rapist's kiss !
Are these to them that you teach ?
Look at your sister in the west.
She bore sons of character best.
One of them was Lincoln
Who warmed her in American winter cold.
He put history to a halt.
Her story is written in letters bold.
Her sons decorate her in diamonds
And serve her with sweet almonds.
Again, look at your sister in the east !
Her sons put all her pains at ease,
Crown her with the red sun
From where it is rising soon.
Hirohito -- her eldest child.
He extinguished the inferno of the bomb wild
And saved her from the atomic dust,
Bringing dawn from an eternal dusk.
Your friends, your sisters -- all bore heroes.
Why then, did you give birth to Neros ?
What about you ?
Where is that son of yours
Who once shot down the sheething sun ?
All are lost, all are black sheep
They are all fast asleep.
Are these your sons
For whom once you rocked their cradles,
And burned, in the night, your perfumed candles ?
Were it for them that you wore out your skin
And nursed them with your motherly skill ?
Were for these cowards that
Once, nursing , you had many sleepless nights
That, when grown up, they would serve you with might ?
Pain, false expectations and betrayal !
Hey, you productive mother
Whom your children bother.
Why didn't you strangle them in your womb
That, now, you may not smart all these wounds.
Now the time is over
For their crimes to be covered.
They are hardened souls
Who have no goals.
They are never tutored
For they have no future.
Wretched woman, now I question your fertility
And I doubt your fidelity.
Are you a whore who sells her body,
The flesh that God created so holy ?
Is it for this moral leprosy
That He cursed you without mercy ?
There is no reward you could claim
For all these crimes you are to blame.
Look at your sons for whom the dogs bark.
Look at the horizon -- it is totally dark ...

--- Sarat d. Sanjenbam ---