Oh, dear Mister President Putin, if only I'd been your Mother, perhaps the torture of unwrit youth would not within your heart imbue ascription to such fealty 'gainst the world that you thought was so cruel. Perhaps you would hold dear human life and on this night instead of Mother Russia you would call me and I would set your mind quite free with the love that only a Mother can give and only a Mother can take away. When holds she doesn't harm at bay and leaves her boy for the promise of a man. Whatever your story Mister President Putin, I can't imagine how it feels in your heart, but I know if I was your Mother that would be a start towards the awareness of what a powerful being of Light you could be if your mind was only free from the violence you've seen when you were just 2 or 3. I cannot believe I was born too late, in a different place when I would have loved you so, watched you play wherever you go...
~AnnaLynne McCord; I'm so sorry that I was not your Mother.
If I was your Mother, you would have been so loved, held in the arms of joyous light. Never would this story's plight, the world unfurled before our eyes, a pure demise of nation sitting peaceful under a night sky. If I was your Mother the world would have been warm,. so much laughter and joy and nothing would harm. I can't imagine the stain, the soul-stealing pain that the little-boy you must have seen and believed. And the formulation of thought, quickly taught, that you lived in a cruel, unjust world. Is this why you now decide no one will get the best of you? Is this why you do not hide nor away shy from the taking back the world, was it because so early in life all that strife wracked your little body with fear?
If I was your Mother, if the world was cold I'd have died to make you warm. I'd have died to protect you from the unjust, the violence, the terror, the uncertainty. I would have died to give you life.
