Towards her children :
Suppress them to depress their feelings,
So they will cry to smash their stagnancy;
Conquer them to mould their feelings,
And forge those since their infancy.
They will not dream of life
With neither hush nor a strife,
They won't dream of moderation
Hence hallucinate irrationality.
Jealousy will grasp them too,
An alleyway to prejudice;
Perfect life never comes true
If they aren't adept to defective things.
But they're happy
Because they're stoned
Off the pollution
This society rolled
But let situations unfold.
Show them what you've seen
In the shortest way
From the time since you've been;
Just give them a sign.
Don't you too much hurt them,
To keep them walking in line
Too much hurting will kill them too
For this, you'll pay the fine.
Teach them not to believe
In friendship nor love
Because prejudices will scratch them
And interquarrels will burn.
In this box, they are solely sticks
Equipped to be burnt
Ready for any ignitor
Prepared for a flick , just a turn.
So kill their insecurities
By giving poisons you made,
With imagined fictions
And dreams you kept.
Towards herself:
But also feel their feelings,
The experiences you've felt long before;
Now, you'll observe your fallacies
Like never before.
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