We have a beautiful mother.

We have a beautiful mother.

Why have we lifted a hatchet to her?

Why have we lifted a hatchet to her?

Why has she spent decades bleeding on the floor?

Why has she spent decades bleeding on the floor?

Is her blood not our own?

Is her blood not our own?

How did this beautiful mother create us as monsters?

How did this beautiful mother create us as monsters?

She has no answer. She has no answer.

Our beautiful mother bleeds silence.

Our beautiful mother bleeds silence.