Voice From My Cradle Home
Greetings to the zooming shadow
That kills without holding a sword
The mothers with long curly robes
That fastens the succeeding ones
Commander-in-Chief of our planet
That illuminates us with obscurity
I hail your paternal maternity
For in your weakness lies strength
Wife and mother to all rulin' kings
The substitutes a chick for a man.
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