Tears Upon a Damsel Stricken

They served in faith,

retired - slovenly of life

in pain,

Their exit beckoned to

a candle'd mass,

Forgiving fathers praying

For assailants knives -

And worlds discordant

By a harpies laugh,

Drive children mad,

The absence of their masculine

Strength.

A fable promised by

courts then shamed, a sad

and lonely directors cause;

A taking of babes from loins once

blessed, to be abused by

further excused; so claiming

victory from shallow fight.

Teach the children rot!

Spoil the heart that's born from

Men whom for hope of

greater good,

make sacrifice while sliced in

two of parenthood – and prove,

Then disapprove this man?

Disapprove natures truth,

Then send them back to war

some more.

A fathers son,

A loving Dad beseeched

by emptiness on desolate isle,

Yet, wait awhile and see;

The vagrant fantasy led

Away – in chains,

The man whose symmetry

of heart forsaken,

Hence; dead for having loved

you so!

And once,

Once the spotlight

reaches, shines upon

your own dormant heart,

You'll realize regret,

and curse the 'Selfish,'

You've Become.

Michael J Waite 22^nd April 2009 2246hrs