The parents

The Parents
The Parents.
Why are they here?
They have no right
To tell us right from wrong
When they have done wrong all along
Who are they to judge?
That we eat fudge
I see it to not be fair
For us to have to share
Our life that they have brought
If it weren’t for them
We would make no wrong
But we are only human rite?
So that’s why there here
We have no rite
To say what we think should be rite!
