When her disobedient child crosses the limits, she eliminates,
A mother after all, comes on the grave with possible reliefs.
To save her innocent children she’s constrained for an unkind act,
She had reacted, she is reacting and she’ll continue to react.
No wonder if the old mother is always slow and too late,
A difficult decision to kill someone conceived in love,
History of the human civilization, the tomes narrate,
Nobody could kill the bird of peace, my sweet dove!
Our seven centuries for her are only seven days,
Saturday night storms are followed by sunny Sundays.