My Father: A Legacy
My Dad, the proud father with my little brother
and me towards the end of 1968.
He never was happier than at this time of his life.
A young and beautiful
wife and babies to play with all day!
I murder hate by field or flood,
My Dad, still the proud father
Tho'Glory's name may screen us.
In wars at hame I'll spend my blood -
Life giving wars of Venus.
The deities that I adore
Are Social Peace and Plenty;
I'm better pleas'd to make one more
Than the death of twenty.
with me some twenty-five years later.
Even into manhood I never stop learning from my pops.
But if we wrestle nowadays, it is I who wins!
And some there be which have no memorial
and who are perished as though they had never been
and who are become as though they have never been born
and their children after them.
But these were merciful men
whose righteousness hath not been forgotten.
With their seed shall continuously remain
a good inheritance,
and their children are within the covenant.