Mother

Lost children come to me and see
Through the fog of your carefree
That you would understand my will
That I am not an animal
Not some game to be hunted down
Or an insect to make you frown.
Though I punish you so strict
It is not my aim to afflict
But you, children, have gone astray
And I must bring about doomsday
If you will not heed the warnings
Then blood red shall be your mornings.
But always keep this in your mind:
Mother loves you, though you be blind.

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