(#41) Defiant Teenager, Ab Extra Speculatio

Call out the name with the
Handful of food and it will
Open its palm for you.
It will not struggle though
You thrash about, rip off
Flesh chunks from the
Provider's fingers, swallow it
Whole, they will let you
Have it, you do not realise
How privileged a life you have-

The two lambs slave themselves
For your existence, every single
Strand of hair on your body was
Bought with sweat, every minute
You walk the earth, they pay for
Your body with their bread-
The two could have been full at the table,
They even bought you shoes as you
Trample the garden flowers, play in the rain, bully,
They will forgive you nevertheless, child.

As you fling yourself onto
The busy road, without a care,
Remember, that body
You wear is not yours to abuse.
The blood you spend in self-mutilation
Was paid for with invaluable
Rubies and diamonds, I'd like to see you clear
Such a debt on your account-
The glass jar you encase your arrogant heart in
Was bought and made by the two souls you overlook.

Child, someday you will participate in
The cycle of parenthood. I will not be there
To watch you realise your parents' past plight
When your children enroll as the leading actors
To the play you wrote based on your childhood.
Learn, do not let pain be your eye-opener
When simple words can amount to the same effect.