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