Why do we
call it mother,
she oft
acts like a nut?
What
mother would take sustenance
and mete out till it glut,
while
others in her aegis
find doors
to needs long shut.
Before you
choose this “Mom” to pray,
ponder the
rules all must obey.
To live
there is no right or wrong
for either
hunter or the prey.
{and peace on earth would fade away.}
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