Momma, what are you taching your children?
        Do you teach 'em to pray and to play?
        Momma, what are you teaching your childre?
        Momma, where are your children today?

Momma, where is the reason for living?
Whose is the hand that you hold?
Don't teach us to hate.  Be forgiving.
Momma, bring us in out of the cold.

        Momma, help us to sing our own heartsongs.
        Show us to paint what we see.
        Teach us to share, to be trusting,
        To listen, to think, to be free.

Momma, turn off that TV, that violence.
Don't you know that you reap what you sow?
Momma, what are you teaching your childre?
Momma, teach us to heal, and to grow.

By Ellen Thomas