Legacies...

I looked into the eyes of my son

The man is not yet thirty one

A tall man with a big strong beard

A man with words that should be heard

I saw a boy with fine blond hair

That curled about his face so fair

His open eyes so blue and wide

That looked and stared and never cried

His eyes hold questions and they see

I taught him this and it was me

Who made his life to be aware

And keep awareness hard to bear

His son can see the same - I curse

Society cares nowt  for us

But we together care enough

To carry through when times are rough

I’d rather see the system fail

Than worship  plastic holy grails