Just some musing about the future, and the prospects of teaching a new human all about it when I myself belive it to be a cold and cynical place driven by profitt.
I never believed in a paternal God,
but I can now vividly see,
the toddler with a broken globe,
teary eyed and scuffed knee.
His look of trust and admiration,
awaiting a magic cure for his toy,
held up to a distressed mother,
unable to undo the damage by the boy.
One day that mother will be me
and the globe a songbird he has found.
How will I explain the harshness of death
that the bird will never again make a sound?
How can I teach him to deal with the pain-
-without letting him get hurt?
Poetry by Dilla
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Written on 2007-09-03 at 00:08
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Tears for learning
I never believed in a paternal God,
but I can now vividly see,
the toddler with a broken globe,
teary eyed and scuffed knee.
His look of trust and admiration,
awaiting a magic cure for his toy,
held up to a distressed mother,
unable to undo the damage by the boy.
One day that mother will be me
and the globe a songbird he has found.
How will I explain the harshness of death
that the bird will never again make a sound?
How can I teach him to deal with the pain-
-without letting him get hurt?
Poetry by Dilla
Read 646 times
Written on 2007-09-03 at 00:08
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