Conflating two people I didn't like much, oops

I bet you think your kid is smart
You've taught her well to act the part
Hurry now, it's time to start
Using the Rod of Correction

How well she knows to chant and parrot
Stick will do more good than carrot
What do pathetic triumphs merit?
Using the Rod of Correction!

In case you think it's too exciting
To read what your preschooler's writing
I'm here to tell you, she's inviting
Using the Rod of Correction!

Blame them, shame them, for their brains,
Call them dehumanising names,
They'll outthink you, just the same,
You and your Rod of Correction.

Do no harm

I do not want to bring harm to the world
I am seeding it with joy,
and the joy is made of daughters

I do not want to bring death to the world
but in each life I give it I give it a new death

I do not want to bring pain to the world
I beg forgiveness when I do, is that enough?
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When I make bread
Up-ending a whole bag of flour into my largest pan
And filling my largest measure with water, milk, and eggs,
I mix it with a wooden spoon, so's not to harm the pan,
And take the flour-bag and the milk carton to be recycled
So's not to harm the planet.
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I do not want to leave harm unhelped in the world
I bring a bag for litter and bring home what's not my own

I do not want to leave death unmourned in the world
But the weight of all the grief is sometimes too much to bear

I do not want to leave pain unhealed in the world
I can kiss a bruise, blow on a graze, but it's always so much more
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When I make bread
I dig holes under the flour, for the water to flow in,
And mix it from the bottom up,
Last of all folding the dough over the traces of yeast and sugar on top.
I knead life into my bread
And watch it grow

To knock it back is necessary and disappointing
Flatten the yeast's effort
And fold it through again
So that it can grow back up
Big enough for baking

When all the yeast is baked to death
The bread of life is ready.