Child Rearing Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Child rearing

I was child
Around five
Dad sent me after job:
"Go, be man, select your baby goats."
It was job, I obliged but happy to decide.

This trend has gone on
Regardless where the base and start…

Now words like
Harming the animals
Child-labour; and so on…
Extremes on and off
Mostly are for show off
Mean nothing but the axe to cut off
Branch, leaf of trees, bough, trunk …families…

It seems like parents are just for bed
The donors, surrogates for oval and sperm…
That is all…

Where is love?
Where is care?
Where did go parenting duty?
And where is parent-child's?
What about child, social?

Some talkers go on line
They use words, podiums
Spread their nonsense…

Hey psycho therapists
You are but mass of shit! ! !
Chore is training if used-right.