Divide and conquer

Lines that tie us, lines drawn, lines before us,

Dark nights, dark days, conscience twisted, tested

No words spoke, no hard choke, you’d missed the bus

I said yes; the easy choice would have festered

 

Blood, water, which to choose, which my anchor?

Turn you away, and say nay, me your son?

You gave me life; it eats me this anger

Off you stride, toward divide, bread to be won

 

Me rain drenched, my fists clenched, I stood and stared

If they moved, they would lose, sure blood would run

On that night, in the fight, hard times we shared

A working dad, a striking lad; and some!

 

I took you to the line I would not cross

To have the right to do what I would not

◄ Sulphur Flame

Cultus Decorum ►

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