The Chosen Ones
It’s not about what you create
These are the ones that emulate
They’re usually the kinds that take brunt hate
The coat of many colors sets them apart,
Their promised lands contributed from thou art.
It was gifted in the womb, from the start.
Your children are loved above the rest.
However it happened, younger or oldest
There will always be favor, and it’s the coldest
And, though, you claim ignorance and equality
There is no fair, or justice; only their loyalty
The best will show, and these others will know
Just like Cordelia and Joseph as they grow
You fathers are trying, but you are just too blind
Please see our love that was supposed to be divine.