The Brave and the Battered

 

(Pushing Through Life With Scattered Their Hearts)

 

     In-line hypnosis,

We all know it happens

We all fear it,

We all wonder in later years

Why is it, there is something

Missing from memory,

 

     Everyone’s looking on,

Brushing over the details

In favour of exasperation,

     And they’re all marvelling

At such a vivid imagination,

Without questioning its truth,

 

And still they won’t get it,

They won’t acknowledge the sad

Fact left wing liberals dare not

Teach you of,

     And that is,

That is,

     If a child grows up with only

One, just one of their biological parents,

(without knowing whom the other may be),

And their mind be open to

The nightmare of bullying

For being fatherless,

Or motherless,

Then they’re going to be punching

Holes in themselves

For the rest of their lives.

 

     And no matter how the protagonists play it,

They know within the majority of cases

There be a truth only whispered;

Never dared - play out -

For political correctness,

 

     But they’ll dangle the carrot for the selfish

     At heart, who’ll want for children -

     without both parents together,

     And the statistics create charts

For those torn apart,

Where the best that - prosper,

Are those who know - both

Mother and father,

Have relations with both

That go beyond a divorce.

 

Times are changing they’ll say,

Reaching for donors

Regardless of the child at heart,

Yet it’s still in the making

That both boys and girls,

Need Man, and Woman

To make them as human,

Yet it’s inhuman the scoping

Of future manufactured - a child,

Where we make them as trinkets

And cures for diseases,

Never thinking of the damage

Of the future man and woman,

Who cannot contend with

Society gone crazy,

Making babies bespoke -

Like the painting of cars!

 

Many from test-tubes wonder in sorrow,

Keeping their grief private at heart,

For though even loved

By those who decide their creation,

Each man and woman;

DESERVES FROM THE HIGHEST

WITHOUT FRIVOLITY AND TEDIUM,

THE KNOWLEDGE OF SEED AND WOMB

THEY DO HAIL!

 

     Turn the clocks back

To before the crazy’s got rule,

Let nature and nurture

Cradle the gift of life,

Give the child back

What he doesn’t have now,

The choice to sit both

In Ma and Pa’s lap,

Laugh if you dare

At the wit of this man,

Laugh if you will

At his life that is damned,

Laugh for he knows not

Who his father may be,

Then laugh at the children

Embarking the same,

Declare in earnest -

Declare that you know

The right place for children to be;

As puzzled,

Unsure if loves ever been;

As trinkets for shallow both

Man and woman,

They’re born to society

No more upon ethics,

That sells sperm in quantities

For nothing but profit!

 

Michael J Waite 30th May 2014