This is a first of its kind in the site, and it’s still experimental. Red mentioned that perhaps more of us could share prose or poetry about freethought, so here goes my first dive into this mess 🙂
Mother, you bid to bathe me with boon, and still you do
Try, for you feel it’s your responsibility to.
You’ve sacrificed, and supplied me with sustenance
There was a time, I remember, when our parlance
Were very much attuned to each other’s ideas and thoughts
But then I studied and grew, and I think you see it was not for nought.
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