the mom and dad <br />found a poison tree <br />did not realise <br />the land they are tilling <br />until a poison tree <br />sprouts in their midst <br />the tree from the seeds <br />of their sweats <br />the tree sheds leaves <br />of disappointments <br />flying away with their <br />most secret wishes, hope <br />and fun of life <br />the sweats are now tears <br />drenched with deep seated regrets <br />they never realised they would be <br />the farmers of the poison tree <br />but now they are not able <br />to do away with for whatever <br />reason, whatever price <br />the tree poisons their systems <br />the roots the tree has imbibed <br />its nutrients all these years <br />the tree clings over them <br />a parasite strangling <br />its parent tree slowly, <br />surely, despicably<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poison-tree-7/
