(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

A Unanticipated Tart Taste

Discouraging children,
To participate in the realities of life...
With a hope to shield them,
From some aspects that may leave...
An unanticipated tart taste.
Has left many a grieving parent,
Seeking empathy from others to get...
From heartaches they have allowed.
But somehow did not realize,
Cute adorable innocent looking children...
Baited them to create,
With each manipulated step they take.
Until it's too late,
To apply the rules of respect and discipline...
'Some' children grow to learn to appreciate.

But then...
Those parents who have had their minds,
And hearts broken again and again...
Wish with a wanting their guilt to be felt,
By an entire community of people...
Also refusing to see themselves,
As willing contributors refusing to admit...
Inflicting their own wounds to permit,
To then expect assistance to heal from this...
Takes truth to face their delusions to end.
And the stopping of tears to dry to open wide,
Eyes kept closed and minds dosed on denial.

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