Keeping them in thrall long after he is gone
He tied them tight to the past
Squashing their youthful spirit
And forcing them down the same tired path
He took to follow for himself
His tricks are many and branches are big
The saplings need to take a changing course
For their own survival and identity
At every crossing of roads
They must slay the overbearing tree
And disparage his legacy
To live and shine with their own individuality.