Cascading Lies of Cruelty
Cascading Lies of Cruelty
You trade children here,
the dopple for real and, mum and dad are
not to know.
You trade children here like
angels and demons exchanging souls
over a game of cribbage or, poker,
the bar tender alive with lust for profit
as the cocktails and scythe eye forsake -
‘the very life itself.’
You trade blows too,
trade blows by stealth as the latest
snatch of clutch sees a regular mum and dad -
before the overdose and hot chocolate,
never having been told
that no matter how parental;-
‘they were chose to make the game more meaningful!’
Years ago, children were bred -
to work the fields or frequent the cotton mill,
the pits or to tend the lairds wishes,
now, children are yearned for
by many as the finest honour and privilege -
an altruistic Omniverse could bestow upon
our experience and chapter;-
and that’s what makes them so powerful a tool
to bring down the empath and creationist,
the intellectual compassion we all have.
Maybe we plant them in frozen fields again,
make like we don’t care ‘that’ much,
maybe like all things good they use for cruelty,
blessed parents are only allowed to
be their natural affection,
outside of earshot and alexa’s -
INT gathering tool,
maybe then we get to keep our own
children,
if we pretend we don’t care,
we don’t, love!
Michael J Waite 28th November 2024.
For Wyatt, For Sahara, For Fabian, For Mums, and Dads, too.