Whisperings Unheard

My father says-
We live in vanities and disguise is no lie
That we must go hungry sometimes
To remind us of those without food
And stay outdoors in the frosty morning
To remind us of those without shelter
Mother says we spear our roofs,
So the light of the sky may touch
For we shouldn’t hide or run
From the frenzy, the heats God gives
My father teaches us to pray-
That the Lord rescues us from vanity
Sees our rented robes and hidden smile
And heal the troubled souls-
My father says
We live in vanities and disguise is no lie
That- we on the rags, the odor
To reminds us of the poor, the sick
That we keep quiet some days
To hold feelings of those who can’t speak
And go around blindfolded, 
So we remember the blind, feel their darkness
And pray for them
My Mothers says she put the scar here, 
Removed my teeth
To remind of those who are ugly
And cause me bald,
To remind of those who are different
My father does-
He locks me in the dark
To remind of those lonely
My father does-
He call me to his lap, a little abuse-
To feel what sexually abused children face-
He hits my mother, redden her eyes
So she may feel what some women go thru
Now my mother does and says-
She must kill father
So we may feel what widows go thru
And I say in dark where father locked me
To remind of those lonely-
I say in that dark- I should kill mother
So I may feel what orphans go thru
But that will be when I am out of here
Out this box hidden in the earth-