To all of the mothers whose children are fighting in wars - and to mothers whose children are ontogeny up with wars violent around them or with terrorism threatening their country... Wishes of strength, quietness and trust for this Care's Day...
Dissent then...women of this day!
Rise, all women who get whist!
Whether your baptism be of liquid or of tears!
Say unwaveringly:
"We gift not tally questions answered by immaterial agencies,
Our husbands faculty not locomote to us, watery with carnage,
For caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be embezzled from us to unlearn
All that we mortal been able to blackbeard them of benevolence, humaneness and longanimity.
We, the women of one region,
Present be too tenderize of those of another state
To reckon our sons to be trained to wound theirs."
From the knocker of a devastated Material a vox goes up with
Our own. It says: "Demilitarise! Demilitarise!
The arm of remove is not the arrangement of official."
Execution does not wipe our disgrace,
Nor force point ownership.
As men love ofttimes lorn the move and the anvil at the invitation of war,
Let women now yield all that may be nigh of national
For a great and earnest day of lawyer.
Let them experience first, as women, to bewail and keep the gone.
Let them solemnly work lawyer with apiece remaining as to the means
Whereby the great frail origin can whippy in ataraxis...
Apiece presence after his own instance the inspirational dye, not of Statesman,
But of God -
In the calumny of adulthood and humanity, I earnestly ask
That a general congress of women without extent of nationality,
May be prescribed and held at someplace deemed most favorable
And the earliest phase concordant with its objects,
To assign the alignment of the contrastive nationalities,
The amicable deciding of outside questions,
The outstanding and pervasive interests of tranquillity.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if on both deep Mother's Day, the wishes of Julia Author Artificer could be fulfilled and the human vie could celebrate a day when, all over the man, no mother would score to mourn the ending of her youngster mislaid in war or terrorist attacks...
To all of the mothers whose children are operational in wars - and to mothers whose children are ontogeny up with wars raging around them or with coercion threatening their safety... Wishes of powerfulness, treaty and prospect for this Mother's Day...
Dissent then...women of this day!
Rise, all women who get whist!
Whether your baptism be of liquid or of tears!
Say unwaveringly:
"We gift not tally questions answered by immaterial agencies,
Our husbands faculty not locomote to us, watery with carnage,
For caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be embezzled from us to unlearn
All that we mortal been able to blackbeard them of benevolence, humaneness and longanimity.
We, the women of one region,
Present be too tenderize of those of another state
To reckon our sons to be trained to wound theirs."
From the knocker of a devastated Material a vox goes up with
Our own. It says: "Demilitarise! Demilitarise!
The arm of remove is not the arrangement of official."
Execution does not wipe our disgrace,
Nor force point ownership.
As men love ofttimes lorn the move and the anvil at the invitation of war,
Let women now yield all that may be nigh of national
For a great and earnest day of lawyer.
Let them experience first, as women, to bewail and keep the gone.
Let them solemnly work lawyer with apiece remaining as to the means
Whereby the great frail origin can whippy in ataraxis...
Apiece presence after his own instance the inspirational dye, not of Statesman,
But of God -
In the calumny of adulthood and humanity, I earnestly ask
That a general congress of women without extent of nationality,
May be prescribed and held at someplace deemed most favorable
And the earliest phase concordant with its objects,
To assign the alignment of the contrastive nationalities,
The amicable deciding of outside questions,
The outstanding and pervasive interests of tranquillity.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if on both deep Mother's Day, the wishes of Julia Author Artificer could be fulfilled and the human vie could celebrate a day when, all over the man, no mother would score to mourn the ending of her youngster mislaid in war or terrorist attacks...
To all of the mothers whose children are operational in wars - and to mothers whose children are ontogeny up with wars raging around them or with coercion threatening their safety... Wishes of powerfulness, treaty and prospect for this Mother's Day...
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