Therapy
My children in cold anguish seethe
A spiteful mind sowed them with sinister seed
We praise them as they succeed
In the material world to live as emotional weed
Their little wings unfeathered for spiritual flight
O help me pray for then tonight
O parents, when you seek revenge
Against your sundered complement, remember
My children, just causes God avenge
If your cause is just, why blaze the cold ember
To advertise the bitterness of anger, suspend
Digging of the pit for sad end
Save the children when things fall
Apart, sure these silent years have wasted me
My choice to back against the wall
But time unweaves the false plots of history
And innocense is ambrosia to my hungry soul
Sea stones are clean where salt waters roll.
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