The wind bearing a great message of time
The accents were so pleasing to my ears
Thrilled quickly I began to write this rhyme
About the glad eyes of moth’rs and their tears
Mothers of our children those great women
Who’re the ess’ntial part of the adamites
Without them no reproduction no men
No world no happ’iness and no human rights
They are the sweet heart of the world indeed
Without them ther’s no ecstasy of life
They are the fertile land and men the seed
They’re the partner on the road of our strife
A paradise for all the human kind
Paradise where we lived before behind
6/2004