The Starred Mother
Is there a madness underneath the sun
More strange, more terrible? or any one
More pitiful than this, that for a star
A mother sells her flesh and blood to war?
A son for slaughter, and a star for praise!
Nor this the total madness of our days,
A son to slay some other mother's son,
And by such murder mother's blessing won!
The Hindu mother, by the Ganges tide
Drowning her babe, heartbroken, but with pride,
Poor blind purveyor to a Saurian feast,
Still spares her babe from murder's maw, at least.
Is there debauchery more deep than this?
The State betraying mothers with a kiss?
Bribing the Marys of the world to sell,
For tinseled star, their flesh and blood to hell!
Is there a madness underneath the sun
More strange, more terrible? or any one
More pitiful than this, that for a star
A mother sells her flesh and blood to war?
A son for slaughter, and a star for praise!
Nor this the total madness of our days,
A son to slay some other mother's son,
And by such murder mother's blessing won!
The Hindu mother, by the Ganges tide
Drowning her babe, heartbroken, but with pride,
Poor blind purveyor to a Saurian feast,
Still spares her babe from murder's maw, at least.
Is there debauchery more deep than this?
The State betraying mothers with a kiss?
Bribing the Marys of the world to sell,
For tinseled star, their flesh and blood to hell!
More strange, more terrible? or any one
More pitiful than this, that for a star
A mother sells her flesh and blood to war?
A son for slaughter, and a star for praise!
Nor this the total madness of our days,
A son to slay some other mother's son,
And by such murder mother's blessing won!
The Hindu mother, by the Ganges tide
Drowning her babe, heartbroken, but with pride,
Poor blind purveyor to a Saurian feast,
Still spares her babe from murder's maw, at least.
Is there debauchery more deep than this?
The State betraying mothers with a kiss?
Bribing the Marys of the world to sell,
For tinseled star, their flesh and blood to hell!
Is there a madness underneath the sun
More strange, more terrible? or any one
More pitiful than this, that for a star
A mother sells her flesh and blood to war?
A son for slaughter, and a star for praise!
Nor this the total madness of our days,
A son to slay some other mother's son,
And by such murder mother's blessing won!
The Hindu mother, by the Ganges tide
Drowning her babe, heartbroken, but with pride,
Poor blind purveyor to a Saurian feast,
Still spares her babe from murder's maw, at least.
Is there debauchery more deep than this?
The State betraying mothers with a kiss?
Bribing the Marys of the world to sell,
For tinseled star, their flesh and blood to hell!
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