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Sunday, 1 April 2007
The Casual Cruelty of Positive Intentions
The Casual Cruelty of Positive Intentions
For every time we raise our voices,
Insisting that you have no choices;
For every unkind thought or word
When you’re just asking to be heard;
For every unheard, silent scream
That underpins low self-esteem;
Each time we call you dumb or slow,
We think that that will help you grow.
The snide remarks that just slip out,
To fuel and reinforce your doubt;
Each puerile joke at your expense
Suggesting lack of common sense,
Each time we mock your futile struggle
As others join us in a chuckle,
And say, How thick, and oh, so slow!”
We only mean to help you grow.
Each well-aimed poisoned arrow
Should keep you on the straight and narrow;
Each barbed and bitchy, witty dart
To pierce and break your yearning heart;
Each look of meanness, every frown,
To close you off and put you down;
Each looming shadow that we throw,
We really think will help you grow.
Every somewhat callous laugh
As you stumble on your path,
Whatever pain it stirs in you,
We hope that something will get through.
We’ll call you weird and make you yelp,
We are convinced that it will help,
It gives us such an inner glow,
Each time we show you how to grow.
And when we nag or curse and cuss,
So you’ll play less and do your chores,
Reduce the noise and stop the fuss,
Stay on track, complete the course.
Look and listen, then you’ll know,
We trying hard to help you grow.
When you’re frightened and entombed
In a cold and lonely cell-like room,
And when your beating heart is calm,
You’ll see we do not mean you harm.
You’ll know we have a master plan,
Although you may not understand.
And though the hours drag too slow,
The time will pass, and you will grow
For every dusty dream that shatter
Because we just don’t think it matters,
Your every hope and aspiration
Will be dismissed with irritation,
We can insist we didn’t know,
We think it kind; you think us foe!
We can’t submit or say we’re sorry,
Admitting doubt, concern or worry.
Or allow these things we mention
To cast aside our good intention.
You ask for ‘Yes’, we’ll answer ‘No!’
In our attempt to help you grow!
And if you feel hemmed in or trapped,
Sit down, fit in and shut your trap.
If, time to time, you can’t get through,
Think, feel and function like we do!
Don’t make waves or cause commotion,
Or ever show the deep emotion,
Why? Just because we told you so,
That’s all you need to help you grow!
We know our parents loved us too,
Did all they could to help us through,
Now, it’s our duty; it’s our turn,
We learnt that hurting helps you learn!
And because we’re older, and we’re wise,
We’re going to cut you down to size.
We were treated in this way,
Which makes us glad (or so we say!)
It didn’t hurt us, not one bit,
Although, at times, we feel like shit,
And if we’ve little self-esteem,
Still, we can blame you when we scream.
And, later, you’ll be glad we did.
When you find you treat your kids
In just the way we treated you,
You’ll know our words and deeds were true.
And you will thank us, looking back,
When you, in turn, snip, snipe and smack
And you will know the way to go,
To help your little monsters grow!
For every time we raise our voices,
Insisting that you have no choices;
For every unkind thought or word
When you’re just asking to be heard;
For every unheard, silent scream
That underpins low self-esteem;
Each time we call you dumb or slow,
We think that that will help you grow.
The snide remarks that just slip out,
To fuel and reinforce your doubt;
Each puerile joke at your expense
Suggesting lack of common sense,
Each time we mock your futile struggle
As others join us in a chuckle,
And say, How thick, and oh, so slow!”
We only mean to help you grow.
Each well-aimed poisoned arrow
Should keep you on the straight and narrow;
Each barbed and bitchy, witty dart
To pierce and break your yearning heart;
Each look of meanness, every frown,
To close you off and put you down;
Each looming shadow that we throw,
We really think will help you grow.
Every somewhat callous laugh
As you stumble on your path,
Whatever pain it stirs in you,
We hope that something will get through.
We’ll call you weird and make you yelp,
We are convinced that it will help,
It gives us such an inner glow,
Each time we show you how to grow.
And when we nag or curse and cuss,
So you’ll play less and do your chores,
Reduce the noise and stop the fuss,
Stay on track, complete the course.
Look and listen, then you’ll know,
We trying hard to help you grow.
When you’re frightened and entombed
In a cold and lonely cell-like room,
And when your beating heart is calm,
You’ll see we do not mean you harm.
You’ll know we have a master plan,
Although you may not understand.
And though the hours drag too slow,
The time will pass, and you will grow
For every dusty dream that shatter
Because we just don’t think it matters,
Your every hope and aspiration
Will be dismissed with irritation,
We can insist we didn’t know,
We think it kind; you think us foe!
We can’t submit or say we’re sorry,
Admitting doubt, concern or worry.
Or allow these things we mention
To cast aside our good intention.
You ask for ‘Yes’, we’ll answer ‘No!’
In our attempt to help you grow!
And if you feel hemmed in or trapped,
Sit down, fit in and shut your trap.
If, time to time, you can’t get through,
Think, feel and function like we do!
Don’t make waves or cause commotion,
Or ever show the deep emotion,
Why? Just because we told you so,
That’s all you need to help you grow!
We know our parents loved us too,
Did all they could to help us through,
Now, it’s our duty; it’s our turn,
We learnt that hurting helps you learn!
And because we’re older, and we’re wise,
We’re going to cut you down to size.
We were treated in this way,
Which makes us glad (or so we say!)
It didn’t hurt us, not one bit,
Although, at times, we feel like shit,
And if we’ve little self-esteem,
Still, we can blame you when we scream.
And, later, you’ll be glad we did.
When you find you treat your kids
In just the way we treated you,
You’ll know our words and deeds were true.
And you will thank us, looking back,
When you, in turn, snip, snipe and smack
And you will know the way to go,
To help your little monsters grow!
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