Dear Parents:Strike the soft skin of your children; leave marks.More Like This
Go on: show them how hard they must become
to be like you.
Mold them to be mindless: coach them to react
with fists; make them believe that words have
Shape them into an almighty monster: modern man.
Destroy their purity and imagination by damning them
with absurd words of a god who previous men
Teach children to follow a leader, and to not ever
break the circle they belong to, so society never
Above all: train them to question love, even your own.
APH: Taste o' Coal:APH: Taste o' Coal:More Like This
"To the mountain, we are all the same."
-Samson, from "Kettle Bottom", by Diane Gillam Fisher
There came a knock at the door of the small, run-down house, sending Feliciano into near panic; words rapidly streaming out of his mouth in a mixture of Italian and broken English to the point where they sounded more like the garbled speech of an infant than a fourteen year old boy.
Lovino, his older brother by three years strode into the room, glaring at the boy, "Feliciano, why are you not letting them in?" Without waiting for an answer, he made his way over to the door, and pulled it open, only to reveal a man he didn't know, but realized was from the coal company.
"Yes?" In the background, the younger Italian's ramblings had turned to soft whimperings of, "Nonno, nonno, nonno..."; Lovino ignored him, brushing off his brother's fears as foolishness, even though he, himself was beginning to grow unnerved...their grandfather should have been back hours ago. "