Soldier Son

Soldier Son carries on,

Through minefields of muddied memory,

Soldier Son gone.

They said it would only be darkest before the dawn,

That we would be fighting the easiest enemy,

Soldier Son carries on.

Oh… how they got the story wrong,

Fools underestimated adversaries’ ability,

Soldier Son gone.

Moved about the chessboard carelessly like a pawn,

March marked a meat grinder, no plan B contingency,

Soldier Son carries on.

Wanted to see if we had what it took, brains and brawn,

Participated in the great game, sacrifice marked our history,

Soldier Son gone.

Developed bond, above family, the lot previously drawn,

Brothers shared war, covered sixes, forged fraternity,

Soldier Son carries on,

Soldier Son gone.

When the Bells Toll

When the bells toll to warn of coming warfare,

They will have saved us yet sounded their last holy act,

Sacrificed for another ware to safeguard our welfare.

Churches will at first resist their instruments smelted into cannon fare,

But they will soon see the consequences of cold windswept fact,

When the bells toll to warn of coming warfare.

There’s a time for peace, and a time for war, when enemies plan to ensnare,

Pieces on the board come apart but Queens step up to counteract,

Sacrificed for another ware to safeguard our welfare.

For conflict is the last diplomatic act in a line of political moves to spare,

So we’re not afraid to bring out the hardware, Heckler & Koch compact,

When the bells toll to warn of coming warfare.

Young men left their homelands for the first time under fanfare,

Smiling, hoping to return by Christmas, as indicated on the contract,

Sacrificed for another ware to safeguard our welfare.

War continued, but some returned on Christmas day in caskets, bodied rare,

Others returned at end physically no worse for wear, but minds not intact,

When the bells toll to warn of coming warfare,

Sacrificed for another ware to safeguard our welfare.

For Sophia

The world may resemble a dark abyss nowadays, corrupting blight,

Hope blotched out by ominous storms, snakes, vultures and ravens,

Still, dearest Daughter, Dad’s defense pierces through to light.

What have men become? Too lazy to provide, too fearful to fight,

Emasculated from a young age, these boys formed into cravens,

The world may resemble a dark abyss nowadays, corrupting blight.

Machiavelli, ambitions made me a rider, riding deep into the night,

Papa’s a travelling man, many places been, seen, all your havens,

Still, dearest Daughter, Dad’s defense pierces through to light.

Beware of false intentions, puffed up chests, hired height,

Brothers focused on fronting instead of building, made up mavens,

The world may resemble a dark abyss nowadays, corrupting blight.

Disciplined, intellectual, beauty you have become, if sight serves right,

Your Mother’s power coursing through your actions, my heart – graven,

Still, dearest Daughter, Dad’s defense pierces through to light.

A Father’s love for you soars over the clouds, in constant flight,

Sweet Sophia, supported until the end of time, earth meets the heavens,

The world may resemble a dark abyss nowadays, corrupting blight.

Still, dearest Daughter, Dad’s defense pierces through to light.

A Sun’s Sons

Seeds of our origin sprouted from suns,

Collapsing stars exploding formed this universe,

Molecular material from our mothers, for our sons.

Hammers ignited powder, propelling time and space through guns,

Whether omnipresent God, nature, whoever, whatever, spun this verse,

Seeds of our origin sprouted from suns.

Trillions of actions led us here, unimaginable collisions,

Millions of years from primates to persons it took to traverse,

Molecular material from our mothers, for our sons.

Le Roi Soleil, Sun King, ruled Europe for the most seasons,

Perverse power made many on Louis XIV converse,

Seeds of our origin sprouted from suns.

I see your brilliance, in all it’s majesty, illuminated as masons,

Who convinced you otherwise? Lift this veil, this curse,

Molecular material from our mothers, for our sons.

I call my brothers sons cause they shine like one,

In the spirit of Raekwon, Wu-Gambinos, I immerse,

Seeds of our origin sprouted from suns,

Molecular material from our mothers, for our sons.