Thy Father

Thy Father short poem

Father It be not your obligation;

Why I wonder is it that we exist?

Why is it that I live in this nation?

I believe I need a hint or the gist.

Our dire source deliberately brings drought,

Our breath isn’t or could not remain pure,

There is talk of peace, but first comes your lot,

Though erudite, a key you won’t bring for’.

Religion stated those that are a must,

For that which made of ostentatious gold:

The effect of greed turned the truth to dust;

Yet the truth you wield is kept seemly roll’d.

But answer-less I am in acquiesce to,

The truth you hide be it our cushion’d shield,

Respect I have grown for you and what you do,

The rest needs truth before I’m brought to kneel’d.

Respect and love I ken Excellency,

But bow me not, trust I not, not just me.

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