The deepest sadness washes over me.
My heart aches to witness your struggles,
but they will make you who you are.
And baby boy, you always learn things the hard way,
but you’re reaching the cusp of Orion,
and on the edge of manhood.
People will do for years,
what your closest kin are doing now.
They will buy other people’s lies.
They will believe and submit themselves,
and give up everything they are,
For the comforts of socialized slavery.
We are fighting a revolution,
every one of us, who decides
we will not be forced into coercion.
You will be called hateful things for your beliefs.
There will be no end to the vitriol,
So be strong,
Mon fils d’esprit,
and choose your battles wisely.
Your true mothers and fathers are always with you.