Do ,Fear Not

I recall a time,
When a guy,
Was asked by our father
To take us out into the wilderness,
To acquaint us with the realities of life

He thought it was an order,
To push us over
But then he had his own children,
He took us to a jungle,
Where there was a marsh
And
Besides that he cooked a meal as our last.

He ate it up all,
As he inched us near,
Some thing overcame him,
Perhaps fear
And
As he was to push us
His conscience perhaps tweek’d
And he pulled us out.
This is no story
But one of reality,
As we live till today.

We weren't afraid then,
As we knew not
Who was harsh?
And
Who was lovable?
Who depicted a marsh?
We survived a crash!

We weren't afraid then,
As we knew not
What was a marsh?
Who was lovable?
Who wasn’t?
But we survived
An unwarranted punishment