Treasure Island

Kay Barcelon

(December / Manila Philippines)

Misleading the Children


For one ominous reason
You would selfishly lie to your child
Giving a woolly and ambiguous lesson
Deluding the mind the mind gets defiled

Soon the young child to be adult
Will process all your wile deceits
Learning the mother’s cult
Betrayed the child’s spirit depletes

Why form their world to your fantasy
Let them live to see facts and reality
Nourish each one to have a strong mind
To a feeble mind the world is not kind

The children are our hopes
Our future lies on their hands
Let us lead them through the ropes
Before they turn this earth into wastelands


15 aug 07 @ 7: 42 pm cdt

Submitted: Thursday, August 16, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, March 29, 2011

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  • Daniel Partlow (8/16/2007 6:29:00 AM)

    Interesting - I deal with a very similar subject in 'Raising Children of Light - Not Razing Children' but from a somewhat different point of view. (Report) Reply

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