to Daniel
Your mother’s milk was a condensed mistrust.
It’s settled in your bones, blood and pores
like speckles of a radio-active dust.
It is in all your actions: like the Morse
code, it sends the messages of hatred and of fear -
it’s in the pulse of your perturbed existence.
The principles, by which such moods cohere
and find in your mind no resistance,
derive from the simple, down-to-earth
development of ego from its birth
and observations of your mother’s being
unduly guarded, spiteful and suspicious,
short-sighting you and stopping you from seeing,
and making you so blindly malicious.
But what is worse, the circle does repeat
itself in history - it makes a neat
turn all around, in the children springs
and with your fears their souls yokes,
and with suspicion to the others stings.
It crushes their confidence in folks
depriving of a necessary trust
by burying them in an ugly crust
of lack of love. It’s crippling their wings,
and their freedom of communication chokes.
20 September 2011