Painbastard Mother
Mother, your children die
Can't you hear them cry ?
Don't you see them begging for love
But you let them starve
Mother, it's your explicit duty
To take care, you are their good fairy
To educate them to bring them up
Cause your children are our future
But when you don't change your attitude
Our future is counted for lost
And the loss of our future
Means the comedown of our world
Mother, you've borne your children
At the same time you took charge of them
To give them love and spend your time
To let them fall into disrepair is capital crime
Mother is not only a word
It means guardian, intimate and support
Breeding begins at home
And so you form the future
That must be your attitude
Otherwise our future is counted for lost
And the loss of our future
Means the comedown of our world
Mother, where are you now ?
Mother, take care for your children
Otherwise our future is counted for lost
And the loss of our future
Means the comedown of our world