Liver and Pain
to the boy who's Dad died at seven.
the secret debate if his father could ever find heaven
we salute thee
as a child he saw his mothers tears
just him and her through crucified years.
we say amen
as he grew older and became a man
he learned the value of a brawling hand.
all the tears through out the years he
became more than himself despite all the fear.
we say well done!
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