I read to them
and they know naught
of every, tiny, angry thought
Which consumes me day to night
And pushes me, myself to fight!

I will not!

I swear if it were not for rhyme
or booze or smokes or other's time
as well my fear of their reprise
And how I look within their eyes

I fear not!

People,though advanced they feel
have no idea of what is real
until they feel it for themselves
until they lose their place on shelves.

I shift not!

I recall whence greatness placed
on  three things men when born and raised
would need in life aside from knaves
a wife, an heir, a vic'try laid

The simpler times when wars were fought
hand to hand and steel to slaught-
er how far have we really come
to treat our loved ones just as dumb?