seek not to revel in despair
when greeted by mother’s bad natured glowering stare
perhaps you trod upon her heart
when you threatened secretly from her to part

but the life of man is fated
as his non-creative dreams are slated,
populated by a dream,
beyond the frame of life unseen

‘tis not for us to stem the tide
of babies born from each new bride
the mother and the father in any one of us
can become a process learning plus

how long would mankind live to crush
earth’s tender mantle by his worm-eatened crutch
if breeding, by request, ceased to be
and all for a shriek of peace for you or me