Hath the world given no fathers,

Only our humble folk and mothers?

This folk of fatherless sons,

Parading their mothers like guerrillas’ triumphant guns,

Singing a wartime song!

These motherless sons,

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Where are their fathers?

This world with many men is clothed and clad,

Dare ask the weaning nepios or the growing lad,

They know not of fathers but mothers.

Where the hell went the fathers?

Either dead or deadbeat,

Expired of the pressure,

Or simple ran away; couldn't handle the heat!