How does one resist the plea of the one
who gave life?
How does one fight the decay that drains
the foundations it helped fortify?
When the towers that surround your
castle stands tall and proud.
Unbending and unyielding to the cracks
that sips through it.
Sometimes life gives you legacies that
you never want to inherit.
Obligations are meant to be fulfilled
not passed on to those who has nothing to learn from it.
The unwilling heir receives under pain
of sacrifice & unhappiness
And those who profess to love him are
the very force the drains him.
The claws of embraced filial duty grows
strong when responsibility beckons
It’s meant to be shared by those who
shares the same blood and last name.
Such concentration of responsibility
breeds resentment and ruin.
To those whose honest heart have been
abused.
The warmth of a womb is meant to comfort
the child’s spirit and soul.
It should never be a shackle that stops
your growth.
The cord of filial duty and the ties of
blood should not disappoint.
It should never be a parasite that
steals your strength and justifies its false righteousness.
