How lucky we are to be loved
By a mother who has such strength
She watches us destroy her body
Yet still bears fruit for our fists to clench

She brings the water to our mouths
And doesn’t flinch when we spit
We kill all her children
Yet she holds our fire delicately lit

How she encourages us to grow
Leading by example
Displaying her grace
As we continue to trample

Her guidance ignored
As our greedy hands grow
Mother will soon punish us
Do you want it to be so?