Idealogy

I’ve earned enough, my children need not toil,

In fields of labour, they shall not spoil.

Their paths, now paved by my sweat and strife,

Free from the burden of life’s harsh knife.

But beneath this shield, a truth may lie,

A taint of pride, a questioning sigh.

For in this case, do they miss the spark,

That only hard work can truly mark?

Less fortune taught me to strive and fight,

To turn the darkness into light.

Yet, in their comfort, will they find,

The strength that hardship left behind?