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.


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