“I will blow them away
Gold teddy in hand
And You will love to play
You’ll be part of my band”
Little Chris walks up to the sandbox
Adjusts his backpack
Pulls up his socks
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“The gold is quite striking
If I do say so myself
Seems quite to my liking”
And they prop it on the shelf
“Come one come all
Up to my stand
Twelve dollars for a
Gold stuffed teddy bear”
Chris’ stand that he mans
marks his territory at the sandbox
Everything covered in sand
now all his land
“Sure thanks”
“I’ll pass, I got my own”
“Don’t need it”
“Got one already sewn”
Minding their own business
Hadn’t known they’d need
Forgiveness
“Take the stuffed bear
This is not a request
I demand devotion
This is active conquest”
Christopher rips the seams
Out of native stuffed dreams
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“The fur makes my eyes itch
leaves a rash
But we know what He’d do
with backlash”
Protests meet with stealing
Christopher shoves them down
Natives left to kneeling
Christopher now renowned
“Their Barbaric ways
Oh uncivilized
primitive nature blazes
Unlike mine”
Stuffing remains scattered
The battleground tattered
Christopher oblivious
“Christopher’s imposition
We shall revolt, equipped
With rage of need to find the
seams to rip”
However, teddy owns
no stitches to pull
A bear enthroned
A bear power swole
What seems spectacularly
Fluffed cotton, nothing but
Stuffed taxidermy
Irreversible.
What drives a child to such lengths
To prove dominance and one’s strength
Humanity’s need for achievement
And retaliation through appeasement
This process understood
Most think “what of it?”
Teacher then resorts to,
“Maybe He’ll grow out of it”
“I have blown them away.”
Declares Lord Cristopher
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little chris
BY sneha mukherjee