Benevolent Discipline Poem by Alma F. Martin

A great poem you have said
And onward others should be led

To those parents who do not spank
As they visit their children in the tank.

Bound up with shackles & chains untold
A story so well told - and old.

Agree, I shall, with you this day
And hope to save 1 child this way.

From drugs & guns & such things
So many times withheld were stings.

But not to harm, but rather to spank
leaving no welt or injured crank.

But no bad names are required
for anyone with such passionate fire.

For if names are of the brilliance one shows,
How can a child onward grow?