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THE OPPRESSIVE FATHER
THE OPPRESSIVE FATHER
How cruel you are when you impose your rules
on your most joyful house and make it hell.
Your children and your wife, even the guests
will forget singing and will learn to wail.
How can you live when you behold the crowd
are full of distress just for your mad pride.
You live the pride of satan when he left
the kingdom of pure light to hell abide.
Their pure and simple hearts were glad to live
the joy of what was good in its supreme.
You've changed the scene to make them now endure
the dirt of what is bad to live your dream.
Who tells you that your house is just for you.
You've got a wife, who's left her parents' house.
You have two boys who want to live their lives.
The place is not just yours though you're the boss.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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How cruel you are when you impose your rules
on your most joyful house and make it hell.
Your children and your wife, even the guests
will forget singing and will learn to wail.
How can you live when you behold the crowd
are full of distress just for your mad pride.
You live the pride of satan when he left
the kingdom of pure light to hell abide.
Their pure and simple hearts were glad to live
the joy of what was good in its supreme.
You've changed the scene to make them now endure
the dirt of what is bad to live your dream.
Who tells you that your house is just for you.
You've got a wife, who's left her parents' house.
You have two boys who want to live their lives.
The place is not just yours though you're the boss.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Published 30th Mar 2019
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30th Mar 2019 7:40pm
I grew up with a friend with a father just like this.
Everyday, he would say, "this is my house and as long as you have your feet under my table."
Consequently, as soon as they were of age, both he and his sister moved away and seldom passed through his door again.
He died a very bitter lonely old man.
Everyday, he would say, "this is my house and as long as you have your feet under my table."
Consequently, as soon as they were of age, both he and his sister moved away and seldom passed through his door again.
He died a very bitter lonely old man.
30th Mar 2019 8:42pm
Dear SB,
A father like that is not a father. Thank God my parents were very soft hearted people. Thank you for your comment.
A father like that is not a father. Thank God my parents were very soft hearted people. Thank you for your comment.
