Ode to Mothers

Trust is commodity to be spared,
And not too hastily be shared.
Wickedness is all around,
Hateful people are abound.

Greedy souls so dark and spiteful,
Sell you out for a dollars fistful.
Be they husbands, be they wives,
Friends, or comrades, random guys.

Sons and daughters are your bane,
When greed awakens in their veins.
Grinning to your face, with full teeth,
Turn your back, knives get unsheathed.

From which direction they assail?
Stay on guard, you may prevail.
Whom to trust on this blue earth?
Only mothers, who gave you birth.