Tube Babies

Some folk are pulled about by the umbilical cord of the wombBuild them an empire and it’ll still be the prison encased inside a tomb

Tiny tots and boycotts refusing to live life outside the life supportBreathing through a tube that should have decayed like a dying art

Those who choose to exist through the stem are not free, but forgottenUprooted and thrown away; they do not grow; they do not blossom

Freedom seekers aren’t in fact what they used to beSpeaking freely amongst children weeping is a sin, wouldn’t you agree?

Sibling rivalry will always be a factor; an argument that’s petty and significantMaybe I’m the one who’s been distant, perhaps I’m the one whose ambivalent

Jealousy is malevolent when it comes to fading brotherhoodYet I still feel small on the skyscapes of where I should have stood

It’s a phase, it’s a conquest, it’s an everlasting contestWe’re forever building walls in order to divide birds’ nests

We fight and we crumble; we dissolve and we perishWe forget that we love; we push but do not cherish

We’re all tube babies in reality; children of which need guidanceBut a parent is not required in order to define us giants

- J Tury