Trusting and innocent You drowned her and killed her Her cries feeble but Her struggle to live persistent Naked and defenseless Punished by you for being What she had not chosen to be-- A girl Unwanted, unwelcome The Mother of Man, deserved to die So was killed in the womb By her sons, Cowards all. Sons of slavish mothers In drunken stupor Bought and sold At will and whim Some tossed in the ocean and in the seas Drifting on to unknown shores Chasing some drunken dream. Hush, don’t make a sound Here lies the sleeping Indian giant Don’t make a sound For if the giant wakes It will be the Judgment Day And all hell will break loose.