A father
clever but cruel
Had many
children
He watched
his wife give birth
To every
single one of them
They
entered the world
They opened
their eyes
But as
their lids rose
They saw
their father,
They cried
and cried
He was scared
for sure
What if
they abandoned him
For another
father
He knew not
love
But he knew
control
As they
cried and cried
So he did
decide
Better all
my life
I shall be
their guide
Then let
them see a world
They might
deem better than me
So he cut
out their eyes
And they
could not see
So they
followed him blind
Until the
day they learned to speak
And they
learnt words
And asked
why the world was dark?
And was it
the same for everyone?
And so he
had others cut out their tongues
Better they
think a type of loyalty to me
Then
realise the cruelty I decided
Before even
memory they could not see
Knew
nothing but me
I made them
blind
And now my
servants
Made sure
they never realise
He
considered having their ears chopped off
But watched
their behaviour
They lived
in a prison
But were
still loyal to him
Without the
senses to understand
They
directed their anger toward the servants.
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