Two poems for the rights of the child

    POEM FOR THE RIGHTS OF THE CHILD

I am the child, your king.

I’m the ephemeral, the eternal in you,

Who calls you back to order

When you depart from virtue,

And spoil yourself into accounts.

I am the one who is, the one you laugh about,

The one you use and abuse,

Whom you keep from understanding,

Listening only to yourself,

And whom you manipulate,

The one you lie to,

The one you trap and harry,

Whom you censor and disfigure,

The one you knock and bruise,

The one you mutilate and kill,

Whom you torture and crucify,

Performing barbaric rites

Upon their most intimate parts,

Violating their most sacred right,

Making their body your object.

I am the child you make in your image

To be your victim.

Sigismond (Michel Hervé Bertaux-Navoiseau)

WITH BOB ON OUR SIDE

Oh! Abram’s foreskin

Was crippled with age.

He bravely cut it

But became jealous;

Young men would scorn him

And laugh at his fate

He ordered them cut,

With god on his side.

This poem won the 2007 prize of the best parody poem awarded by TLCtugger.com.