Oh Father

Oh Father… Weren’t you the one who should have taught us to stand up tall? Head up high? To walk with a cat’s pride? Weren’t you the one who should have stood beside us like a rock? To take away our tears and fears? Whispering in our ear, ‘you are safe forever more’? Oh father… can’t you see the sorrow in our eyes? One day of life equals one day of death we search for a clone father of professional help who gives us pills of miracle, might and life. What are you? Are you the male image of Midea? Giving us clothes of poisoned wealth and sharp knives slashing us to death. What are you? Are you the witchcraft of Shakespeare’s Macbeth? The bloody daggers and chopped off heads. Hey! Father Tell me… What really are you?