From a Step Father

Like a drop of dew upon green grass Shinning sparkling clean like a glass, So is my hand upon blessings they're. When blood was thicker than water, I did a heart transplant to bleed them. For children born of her pain are mine, Let them talk as if I'm insane, it's fine. God was there in the times when Her heart was rented on by knife, That spoke a barbarous tongue: The teachings pronounced by life. I've had to redeem their griefs since Shepard is he who keeps all children Sharpened and shinning to resemble, The weapons keen to taste slaughter. I'll have to unpack my loaded chest For peace, impulse of delight in rest. Truth tightens its grid on my throat, Truce lies deprived of the agreements, To hunger fiercely after disagreements. And my fear grows with age of my kids As haters demand me of my fatherhood.