Mother

ever did you think about the children of nation?
what dreams they sow and what can we return.
imaginations sailing wild, but will they find a port,
if not can we deliver, we are beings of what sort?

Jest and play will soon be gone,
animals of war, will they become?
For times like this shall never come,
ask what are you doing and what shall be done?

our eyes were open when this dream turned a nightmare,
if existence is at stake, shall we really not care?
life was awarded to us, and life shall we return,
if she is a Mother, at least by our deeds she shall not burn!


So, just for the greater love, our eyes shall be open,
as united we shall strive for what the Mother shall be hoping..