You judged us while we were yet children

As though you could see to our heart.

How’d you decide with us what to do

Before we’d been given a start?

What’s in a name? All is hidden.

Lone YHWH sees Jacob a gem.

Such measures for man is forbidden,

To prune immature fruit from its stem.

You don’t know us, nor did you ever.

Your heart’s shielded from your own eyes.

You feigned bond to father and mother,

Mute heirs raise apt reprise.

The beloved so dull in learning,

And you such a sovereign and king.

We stand beyond all good measure?

Flightless birds not due feeble wing.

Why — Why did you bother

To fill up this world with offspring?!

Weren’t you content sitting and staring

Wantonly into your damned screen?

Were we owed to God as your ransom?

For what are we now in your debts?

Votaries fawning in your shadow

Seeking your favor as pets.

You never have run to our rescue

Or swooped in with ardor to save.

May all your books burn to ashes

And the ashes be placed in your grave.

I know not whate’er we were doing

When foolishly fooled we did fall,

(Just hoping to gain one sure footing)

’Fore cravenly craved we did crawl.

All lessons I’ve learned in my breaking.

I’ve wrestled the cherubs ‘pon earth.

From dust, he did raise me from ashes to save me,

A blessing; though, all you’ve seen’s my dearth.

You never could speak one true blessing

Not somehow was jaded or curst.

No courage to speak strong words in love;

Your descendants, worn for the worst.

Here sits the babe, great learned pontiff,

Pretentious, the proud patriarch.

With rough bended knee, we bow before thee

Bequeathed in our shame with Cain’s mark.

We alone, O Nimrod, your children,

Have shrunken to miserly men.

What hope have the wild, born to a child,

To soar like eagles on wind?

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This poem as best I can surmise is about abusive patriarchal authority figures, especially where found in church and para-church institutions and ministries.