My child, my child, <br />My beautiful child <br />You are beautiful <br />because you are a child. <br />All children are beautiful <br /> <br />But <br />The Universe has pressed you <br />and twisted you <br />into hate, into a demon of hate, <br />and drugged you <br />so you won't feel the pain <br /> <br />So you chew me up <br />and spit me out <br />because you are the Tiger, <br />behaving as Tigers do. <br />You cannot do differently. <br /> <br />And being spit, I suffer. <br />But there is nothing <br />we can do, <br />for the Universe speaks. <br />And having spoken, <br />From this we take our cue..<br /><br />Fred Babbin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-child-15/
