WHAT'S POOR MOTHER TO DEW
Dew rising
from the earth
Instead of falling like rain
Do, Do rise from this insanity and shame
What's the aim of destruction?
If we all must die
What's the lame to reconstruction?
If we sacrifice for a lie
What's the call of a preacher?
To reach a dying child

When the dead already are
Knowers of not of anything

Beware of the walking dead

And those who made them so
Sow seeds against destruction
Who knows what next will grow
"Work while it's day
for a night is coming
when men work no more"
"Are there not twelve hours in a day?
This is the eleventh hour"
For Justice Cries
"where is freedom's door"
Just this then say "no more!"
"Able to save the living !" Mother Cries,
As dew Moistens her eyes.