Children
Taste the blood of your young and commit it to memory
May it taste so distasteful it sours your face and curdle's your sight
For the thought of there harm be your scariest fright
Offer them Protection from that which you fear
Wrap them in cotton and hold them most Dear
To your children give Love from heaven above
Pass on your knowledge your dreams and your vision'
Your's to dominate , Your's to castigate but mainly to educate
What's right from whats wrong and when to be strong
For you are all they have seen and where upon there personalities will demean
Treat your children well or they will tell
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2009
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