Poetry With A Mission

...a thought provoking poetical exercise.

Renegade Dads

So many men (fathers) abandon their own child, unbelievably,
Some before their child is born, others sometime later, tragically.
Most males who sow wild oats have no intention of staying around,
Hence why when a child appears on the scene, they are seldom to be found.

For whatever wrong reason, most cut and run, their child the casualty,
The mum left fending for herself, against all the odds, so unfairly.
Both are just left to the wolves, thrown to the wind, discarded like objects,
Oh, what kind of man (father) so coldly his own flesh and blood rejects?

Whether the result of a one night stand or longer relationship,
There’s no excuse for such abuse, for such, a child’s happiness will strip.
Fathers cannot discard their child like that without leaving wounds that weep,
Wounds that torment, wounds that fester, wounds that shatter, and rob of sleep.

Yes, the world is full of renegade dads, who leave behind misery,
Deserters, men who don’t want to know, won’t support, irresponsibly,
Men who opt out, bounders, evaders, who leave their child without a dad,
Men who left after the going got tough, or after the fun they had.

And who left behind (devoid of a father figure) a hurting child,
Often full of anger, confusion, fear, rebellious and running wild,
A child looking for meaning, answers, even feeling that they’re to blame,
All because of reckless fathers who leave scars, emotionally maim.

Such fathers rob their child of security, thus creating issues,
Issues that soon perpetuate cycles, soaking pillows and tissues,
For not just that child and its mother are invariably affected,
But others too, at whom that child’s inner conflict is misdirected.

Yes, the world is full of renegade dads, who’ve left a sad legacy,
Men motivated by self-interest, behaving uncaringly,
Fathers who deprive their child of a dad, their own flesh and blood betray,
A cruel, shameful, heartless and cowardly action — foul play, some would say.

By Lance Landall