Don't cry, Mother

Mother, why are you crying
So much just now?
You could yet from crying
Go blind.

I cry for the troubles
Of our brothers, my child.
Got punishes us hard for
Unimportant sins.

Mother, you labor
Under a misconception.
It's neither God who punishes
Nor the Angel of Death.

But a wild eagle is flying
Sowing death-seed like flowers
With noise and commotion
Over people and cities.

Don't cry, Mother.
Hold in your tears.
We must use fire
To disrupt the eagle.

And beat down the murderers
May they no longer strive.
Then we'll lift up our heads
And live on in peace.