You were not a Monster

You were just a teen

Whose Crucible- whose Pain

You kept discreet

 

You come from generations

To children they See-not Hear

Should problems these sentient Toys befell

The solution- Bible-Beer-Belt

 

"Be Seen-Not Heard"

"Spare the Rod Spoil the Child"

These platitudes helped create 

A generation gone wild

 

And the Society

The Parent so pretentious

Putting on the airs of Stability

With a House so contentious

 

When resources were bestowed

Your family's were scant

Plenty to go around?

Maybe for an ant

 

To rub salt

Into wounds invisible to Eyes

Lecherous-Belligerent-Miscreant

You-the Parent demonized

 

Now that I see you

I no longer see horns

Rather an imbrued Heart

Ravaged by Thorns