Branded

 

We tell our children not

To touch things that are hot

Then they watch us fight

Fire with fire

 

Grabbing torches

And molten pitchforks

And branding irons

Not seeing our children

Watching,

Standing right in the middle

Getting scarlet letters

With the most scalding metal

Created by the friction

Of our contradiction

 

We tell our children not

To touch things that are hot

Then they watch us..

 

It's imprinted deeper then touching ovens

They again lose that needed fear of fire

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I did a short verbal sketch to go with this picture many years ago, upon finding it. This is the more completed write.

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