These parents want to kill make-believe,
They burn Never-never land and chop down the Faraway tree.
They want to drown you,
On National Geographic and Scientific America,
Forget elves and dwarves and let Sleeping Beauty
Snore forever under tones of factual reading.
Gone are the witches, the giants, and the magic princess,
Talking bears and the laughing pigs.
They don't exist.
While pouring milk in the morning,
You might see Peter Pan's face on the carton,
Or Snow White's, or Sourcepanman's,
You might wander who they are, who kidnapped them,
You might wander if their families wept.
Yet, they force you to endure five hours running,
At terminators, at evil, blood and death,
At cold, shining weapons, because they are real.
They refuse to let you live in a ring of pink, glittering magical lies.
At night you scream, your dreams painting real,
Of screams, suffering and death.
Never had a handsome prince came to save you from the real world.
On Christmas Eve you cuddle up,
In plain blue pajamas, without the smiling cat, because cats don't grin.
Desperately wishing for tomorrow
Wandering if Stallone can fit through the chimney or,
Perhaps Schwarzenegger will bring you a present.
