Father Here Lies A Whip Poem by Benjamin Icon Ede

Father, here lies a whip:
It's love and affection.

Bore a whole in my heart border
With wisdom's word so tender;
They speak. Louder than thunder;
Carve better than whip,
And easily make my mind weep.

Marks of cane can erase,
And their blood without a trace;
So stress not your arm
for it won't make me calm:

Please mind the red color of your chide;
I am still but a child
You can easily carve my kind
If love in your heart I find
Mild is still my mind.

And take me not a prey;
Please I pray!
With love I can be slain
Upon your choice lain
Not with cane's pain
Such will be no gain.

I'm but a tot,
Like a robot
I only trot
How I am taught;
Mum what do you think?