We the ungrateful ones,
We gave her no rest
We suckled at her breasts
Not with an infant's lips
But with iron teeth with steely tips
We cut her deep
We made her weep
We spoiled her milk
We polluted her blood
We polluted her body
We threw her in mud
We desire the other lady
to be our mother
She who stands apart
She who has no heart
She who is cold and barren
She who loves none
She who has no milk
She who no love has won
Is this our desire
Is this our aim
To kill our dear mother
For a cold and barren dame
We the children of the mother
We the ungrateful ones"
[Mother: Earth, Cold Lady: Mars. Man aims to live on Mars but keeps on
destroying Earth]
- Written by Ashutosh (composed impromptu for a dear friend, Janna
Lynn on 17th May 2008, at 10.15am, in Delhi, India)
