The wall that’s been built up high
since all of us turned aside
to stop him from crossing lines
is rotten but gold and wide
The foxes we’re sent are sly
His arms stretch for miles and miles
His legs higher than the sky
His head’s like a stormy night
His eyes flashing blinding light
His party meant for the blind
His talk’s made some die of fright
His walk’s making troops oblige
They’ve lost and just one brave guy
cut off, does what is required
Since sorrow intensifies
We’re not with a double mind
And not with big plans for life
We see stores are closed up tight
though we have this perfect ride
Some bonds are not for all time
Advanced, with a race denied
the man hates what we call pride
but throws all of us a line
We know, deep inside, he’s right
But problems he won’t let slide
Our fathers which are in flight
would stop this excessive rhyme
A lot of it is a crime
though logic, when magnified
Philosophy, I’ll unwind
We see, far off, in the sky
some clouds in the west that rise
and meet well before the trial
in town for what he provides
Since lodging with him seems wise
We knock and he opens wide
He’s watched, deeply, in the night
Who wants a back that is striped?
We’ve got to drink his red wine
This father is more than kind
Happy Father’s Day!
to sorry ones and divine