Legacies

I looked into the eyes of my son<o:p></o:p>

The man is not yet thirty one.<o:p></o:p>

A tall man with a big strong beard<o:p></o:p>

A man with words that should be heard<o:p></o:p>

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I saw a boy with fine blond hair<o:p></o:p>

That curled about his face so fair<o:p></o:p>

His open eyes so blue and wide<o:p></o:p>

That looked and stared and never cried<o:p></o:p>

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His eyes hold questions and they see<o:p></o:p>

I taught him this and it was me<o:p></o:p>

Who made his life to be aware<o:p></o:p>

And keep awareness hard to bear<o:p></o:p>

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His son can see the same - I curse<o:p></o:p>

Society cares nowt  for us<o:p></o:p>

But we together care enough<o:p></o:p>

To carry through when times are rough<o:p></o:p>

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I’d rather see the system fail<o:p></o:p>

Than worship  plastic holy grails <o:p></o:p>

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