Authoritarianism V Passivism

Papa sat there, quiet, Reading his books Never raised his voice Or give you nasty looks He just read his books On metaphysics and inner self Books I have not seen On any library shelf One day my friend and I decided To steal mangos from the neighbour’s tree When papa found out he sat me down And had a quiet word with me I felt torn up inside Remorse for what I did I used to curse myself And say what have you done Sid? Now Mamma she’s ummmm A different kettle of fish When she heard what I did It was like signing a death wish She had a way with words Colourful they were And when she moved Ninja style a blur I managed to run away And climb up an avocado tree She was lunatic and rabid The gardener was sent up to get me I should have run away She came down on me like a monsoon My behind was like a plum tomato I looked like an alpha male baboon Don’t get me wrong The love was there But do something significantly wrong Look out, beware Ask my imaginary friend Glen This is not a trick He too felt The end of her stick