My Prayer

I tried to leave the meaning as open as possible.

We are yours, Mother

From your womb we emerge

To your nesting embrace

We go when we are tired

Mother, we know

You are so much more than us

We are ungrateful

And still we ask for more

We've been loved and nourished

And given knowledge

But we are dull-hearted

Greedy and not at all wise

We resort to our lower instincts

In times that call for humanity

And we insist on seeing savagery

In the lessons of our equals

We keep doing it wrong, Mother

Not always, of course

But most of the time

For we still need guidance

We now ask for your forgiveness

Although it's possible we'll keep our ways

We will go back to you some day

And it will be over, Mother