Mother of Destruction, take your vile offspring—war, racism, oppression & greed—and teach their tongues more loving ways to speak. Dethrone your restless gods of dread, transform their perilous bombs into balms of calm. Tame your cannibals of hate so they no longer devour our fresh-meat laughter. Shed your chaos and quarrel, your hemlock habitats. Vaporize your vile heart of crude gunshot wounds. Know, too, that no matter how often you may leave your bloodmark of misery on our foreheads, we will always rise to conquer. Be it with knowledge, faith, or compassion.