Not All Good Fathers
Lonely midnight's pass
No father missing regrets
Until party’s done.
Curse you for the ages
Fathers who left home
Off to your own pleasures
Leaving us here, all lost to roam.
Off you went a’singing
Made another child or two
Blame it on whatever
Cause whatever’s always do.
Your friends agree ‘whatever’
No one there calls you to task
Those that would, you lie too
If they cared to ask.
And I, a son who loved you
Too young to learn good son’s tales
Of what we did together
No one needed to regale.
On how you died not lonely
I was there to hold your hand
And bless you to my children
This is how to be a man.
Instead the trail of bottles
Of drugs and wives of other men
A weasel loosed among them
A fox partying within their dens.
Yes, crowds may blame your color
No one gave you any choice
Every where they beat you down
No one listened to your voice.
‘I’m better, than you treated me’
Losers always there to cheer that song
God help they up and ‘fess to
Soon having to go beyond death’s door
And trot to face hard truths
And have to return to face the boy
Who now is your father too.
Who treats you as you’d treated him
Making life a hell on Earth
So now both of ‘we’ know the other side
One gets what one deserves.
Oh, we both have cried in dirty pillows
Alone lonely, poorly fed
Finding not the disciplines in our heart
To rise with better heads.
With ones that’ll stand, may curse a lot
Or laugh their stories through
Bravely facing the tougher roads to walk
Staying strong, seeing better through.
Responsive to their seeds that sown
Instead of rot, see the Sun of days
And grow better seeds for future worlds
Where bitter seeds will never lay.
Instead fields of green, they’ll catch the Sun
And feed Earth-life free that plays
In time, in place, standing aright
Fulfilling mankind’s play.
Less darkness rises in deadened dirt's
Lower selves free to roam these lands
If we had but attended to the Sun
Leaving behind the where we came.
What brighter days could we see
With dark roots staying below to feed
Right lessons to Sunflowers growing on top
A Race of Be-ings free.
Copyright © brian rusch | Year Posted 2020
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