Hard working they are
Restful nights they do not know
Gathering for their young

Like bees for their queen
Like ants they are, preparing for harsh times
Heroes they deserve to be called
Martyrs they are
Lack of militia attire makes them not less soldiers

Lack of acknowledgements makes them not less leaders
In the wee hours they rise
Come dusk they shelter the young
Hardships detour them not

Trials find them ready
Famine finds them armed
These are the givers of life, mothers of nations
Presidents are born of them; sadly even rascals are born of them

This makes them no less bearers of life
These are our mothers
Nations builders they are
Hearts of Gold they have
Nobel Prize winners they should be