Fathers And Sons

Yes, ricks whither to pulp
the boy clearly remembered his lesson.
Ahead stood his father,
with him, Mr. Ego
Both faces chiseled to the sharpest,
no signs of withering.
No chance of withering,
thought our boy.
The look on his face
a match to his naivety.
The belief in his heart
in a moment of brevity.
I wish.. I wish..