some like to help out
children
in different ways,
others want to revive their memories
of their childhood.
some want to have a child;
just one!
and that is it.
others do everything to save a child from his or her misery.
some want to have
a collection
or being famous for their new collections
of children from around the world.
others want to teach children or teach about childhood
development,
second by second
neuron by neuron,
until the child frontal lobe will develop and
explode
and ask:
leave me alone!
is it really miserable
to instruct a child
to do what
one had done.
is hypocritical to program a child
like a robot
and try all the subroutines
and scopes
to succeed in following instructions
and codes
of a miserable programmer
or a miserable growing adult child?
is it?
on top of that
they label that child
with
math labels
musical labels
literature labels
religious labels
race labels
for what?
to do what?
to produce what?
to be an organic vegetable, a
consumable product in one's kitchen because one can afford it
what is if you can not?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem