Been Awhile…

A poem based on the oral traditions of... okay, just a poem.

So here’s a poem, since it’s been awhile. I guess we can call it The Children. The Children said “No Thank You Ma’am” The Children said, The Children said; The Father said “I Have a Plan” No Thank You Man, No Thank You Man; “The Children Are Not Up For Sale,” The Wise One said and Took My Hand; “The Children Are All We Have Left, Now That the Veil Has Touched the Sand;” “The Wise One Cannot Sleep To-day,” The Children said, The Children said; “He Must Remain Awake to Play,” The Children Pled With Certain Dread; “And Then To-night I Will Remain,” The One Wise One Affirmed the Claim; “Remain to Banish Father’s Fame,” The Wise One Spoke With His Gaze Trained; “To Discard the Switch And Light the Den,” I Said to Him with Mighty Grin; The Dusty Father Came to Get, The Wise One Watched Him Throw a Fit, He Tackled Father to the Ground, And Said to Him Without a Sound, “Be Gone So That the Children Play, Or You’ll Drive Yourself to the Grave;” Father Nodded And Gave His Wave, Turned to Look In the Wise One’s Eyes, Father Said “I Apologize, Play My Children, Enjoy Your Youth;” The Father Left Us Alone Then, But Mother Came to Call Us In; The Children said “No Thank You Ma’am,” The Children said, The Children said.

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