Poem: Maker of Men
Maker of Men
Send them all to me —
your wild ones,
your troublemakers,
your problem child.
Send them to me if you dare.
Mothers, pray that my discipline
be graceful and swift,
but do not pray
for it not to come.
Fathers, give up on your pride!
Your lessons have faded to ash.
You have provoked anger,
not obedience!
Therefore,
send your tragic children to me.
Send your rebellious sons
who have not bent a knee
to any authority.
I AM, the Great Authority,
the Eternal Father,
the Ever-present Teacher.
No chosen son of mine
has ever escaped my staff.
No black sheep has ever fled my rod!
So send the rebels, the fools,
the terrible youth,
send the problem child.
For I am the destroyer of immaturity,
the Maker of men.
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