Hope and Despair

In the dark fluid I lay unaware
of the mission of my parents and the world,
schemers extraordinaire.

They had decided almost everything for me:
How to love, to despise, to spew venom, to mutilate.
This they managed with their featherly brush of conditioning
and indoctrination.

With their daggers drawn for the battle to implant in me
execrable notions of god and concepts of religion, caste,
peppered with a generous helping of prejudice and hatred
for men unlike me.

Mr. Bertrand Russell, do you hear me?
Can you please school my girl to break the chain?

If you fail-and I can already feel your failure-
I shall implore my kind
not to inflict the earth
upon the coming kids.