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children often do
when their parent
is vile
and stupidity reigns
when delusion
wins
and intellect wanes
From on high watched a beast
who didn’t like what she heard
Simorgh, Simorgh,
a magnificent bird
Her heart was unmatched
her magic unknown
She snatched up the child
to raise as her own
With four other chicks
the boy grew in her nest
He was happy and loved
and knew he was blessed
She warned him that
one day
he’d have to return
to a life he’d not known
to a role he’d not learned
He rejected this warning
but Simorgh insisted
His destiny was written
it could not be resisted
News reached him one day
that a woman still cried
