A Word Or Two From Da

‘tis nae s’ hard t’ write wi’ heat Sa lang as ye c’n feel The tethers on y’ hands an’ feet As future turns the wheel There’s simple folk who will repeat The failures of their ilk And smarter swifter carrion Will hide their knives in silk The wall of time yet stands t’ hide The future from the past An’ a’ the heads that ha’ na’ banged Have saved the bind t’ last If one smart man could poke a hole and take a little peek He’d likely patch it up s’ fast He’d just be gone a week So stay awa’ from one eyed men Wi’ terror hid in t’ other And fight t’ stay a child my son While caring for y’ mother