THERE IS A HOUSE
What frightens me? arrogance - ignorance - intolerance - entitlement
There is a house that I live in
My father left it here for me
And all my brethren, kith and kin,
To share amongst us, equally
Within it we have all we need
He furnished it with loving touch
And to one law he bade us heed:
That no one ever take too much.
And though we each have our own space
The doors are always open wide
So that we could meet face-to-face
Yet never change a thing inside
We’ve all lived here for all our lives
And though we are all different
Yet each one tries – yes, each one strives –
Toward respect, not discontent
But there is one who has the gall
To say our father loves him best
And he claims that the house and all
Belong to him, and not the rest.
And so this brother feels that he
Can empty out the pantry shelves
Does not respect diversity
Thus we must all fend for ourselves
Now he goes into ev’ry room
And there he’ll change whate’er he please
He leaves behind chaos and gloom
And blankets riddled with disease
But I am elder and I knew
Our father long before he came
And these selfish conclusions drew
Thus staking out his 'righteous' claim.
I know he loves us equally --
All who live here, both large and small.
He’d not discriminate, not he,
For we’re his children, one and all.
My brother, I do beg you, please,
Rethink the way that you behave
Before our father stops and sees
And takes back all he ever gave.
By darkdeer
© 2008 darkdeer
(All rights reserved)
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