Father

I am a religious person but, I like to take viewpoints of other people and their ideas and thoughts. A lot of my poems are from my heart and a lot of them aren't. Keep that in mind. Older poem.

Father won't help his children,
They're evil, wicked, vile.
They create the pain they complain of;
Breaking their teeth so they can smile.

Why help criminals,
Who already dwell in cages, in dirt?
Why help the lowly scum,
When their pain is so obviously preferred?

Father won't help his children,
They're ugly, vicious, mean;
Dying their hands black,
So as to never be clean.

Why helps dogs,
Who would bite their master?
Why stop a plague,
If it could end itself faster?

Father won't help his children.
Would there ever be a reason?
Humanity is done for;
Gone in the change of a season.

Father will never help his children.
Why would he?
What cause does he have,
What duty?