In helpless rage, a child is born,
….Violently thrust from warm embrace.
In terror and pain, a child is born,
….Shocked by rough and cold displace.
But mother’s touch is soft and warm,
….And comfort is found within her arms,
But it is here, the child will form
….The foundation of every mental harm.
For upon the innocent mind is pressed
….Primitive views that twist and lie,
Instilled beliefs that blunt and suppress;
….A helpless mind to seize and deny.
For into corruption we all are born,
….And from its coils, but few escape,
For we embrace it as our own,
….And so maintain man’s key mistake.
