Our Fathers Poem by Zyw Zywa

If you are a bad child
in the eyes of your parents
they sigh
oh, what shall

become of you?
Others are harder, they scold
you and demand respect
for the authority

of faith and customs
They think you are a nihilist
because they don't understand you
and because you do understand

you cannot argue with them
But you try
to explain -- no matter how nil
the rules are, there is one anyway:

do the others justice