Hulks Poem by Sima Farshid

From the moment you go to say Dad,
a couple of hulks stand against you.
How they've popped up,
you'll never know.
To ask such things isn't your right.
They are to command,
and you are to adopt.

Such ugly hulks are ever in sight.
Unlike old epics,
no heroes kill them off.
Then you'll learn that
fighting is mere vain.

Yet after some years
a wonder happens.
Now you're a Dad,
and old enemies begin to order
by your own tongue!