Ours the rotten heartnPassing our mask of death on to our sonsnWe have become so deeply sadnConsigned to painnnSerpent among sistersnIn the wake of invadednI summon your rains to extinguish the firenBurning inside mennnIn this age of mathersnIn all the sleepsnnGrief among brothersnBled upon the streamsnFingernails closing upon the world of ancientnBearing a new onennPain when the time is of birthnCourage whenit's time to inspire usnOur land is a woman whose perfect figurenWe are not worth to touchnnIn this age of mothersnIn all that sleeps