O mothers, we send you our loving
Today when we honour your role,
Your great, saintly virtue in shoving
Some squalling flesh out of a hole.
You nurtured your uterine tumours
For all that your DNA's worth,
To blossom as fragrant consumers
Adorning this ape-ridden Earth.
Each fighting so all of the others
May starve so that some can grow fat,
While breeding new fodder. O mothers,
We certainly thank you for that.
Mo Foe
Bookmarked. Thank you. My feelings exactly.
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