The lady stands alone in the wind

Once a goddess supreme overall.

Now lost in the shadow of her sons.

Her small lamp dwindling in the mist.

The fullness of their arrogance!

Her call to the lost children,

lost in their self-regard.

Honor your mother, that is the way.

God’s commandment to warring sons.

But who hears the old words,

buried in empty caskets!

The cries of fools!