Mothers’ Cries, and the Patriarchs’ Rise

Since achieving manhood became about switching allegiance from Mother to Father

The memory of mum’s lullabies Brought tears to my eyes How is it that the sons of mothers So easily kill, those of others?

It starts with the toys placed in their hands Pirates and princes invading lands Soldiers with spears, knives and guns Tools for bloodshed are labelled, good clean fun.

Every patriarchy is the blood-drenched same Gearing up boys to be sacrificial lambs an’ get slain Girls are taught to smile, act nice, and nurture life Boys are brought up upon fights and all sorts of stupid strife

But once upon a time there was a world In which insults about women’s genitalia, were unheard The portal from which new Life appeared Was worshipped and truly revered

No Mother allowed her son to build the tomb To kill the son, from another Womb Sons’ greater strength was for service, enshrined And domination of womanhood was the greatest of crimes

Hollow pride and blood-drenched greed All began with Woman’s defeat Our Life-force, their illicit possession Their growing grandeur, spelt our submission

Now God the Father reigns supreme Suppressing their guilt, sons built their dream In each nation, that first matricide was the defining feature And Motherhood became submission and women’s erasure.

Men’s many legends, all their origin stories Their pride and honour, power and glory Skirt around the first kill of Mothers they willed Ever since, they sacrifice each other, upon the altar of their guilt.