He couldn't breathe
I began to grieve,
Then his life began to leave.
He again begged for air,
Any person that crosses over a picket line
That action by them it will soon define,
It will show a lack of character and no moral belief
From unity and honor they will not find any relief;
I hear the ringing of the church's bell
Sounding off from the old wooden steeple
Upon that sound my soul does swell
As I am summoned to it, like the other church going people.
A Man is,
Is what a Man does
What he does, is what he believes.
If he ever stops doing
I received letter from my lovers
And also letters from my ex,
They tell me how their life is going,
And I tell them my life is very complex.
You tell your lies unto your daughters
You told those lies unto their fathers
You tell them lies, in such a disguise
So later in years them you could deny.
He is though a very short man
To the world he must always prove himself
Tired of woman laughing when he walks by
And hates it when children calls him an elf.
Though she knows both this and that
Except for where next she will be living at
Lived that life, as both daughter and now wife
As she is just, a Military brat.
As he happily walks down the street
Clapping his hands and shuffling his feet,
Smiling at the people as they walk by
While nodding is head and telling them hi.
Into the snake's eyes I looked deeply within
I saw not hate or evil or any deadly sin
I saw fear and terror from a creature that wanted to survive
And all that it wanted to do was just to stay alive