someone must have thought our representatives
were the beasts and wife abusers
"take the sons of this generation
and clothe them in colorless dresses"
Jesus entered the temple marketplace
felt his fists grow tighter
walked up to the nearest salesman
flipped the blasphemed table over
"make him sensitive"
"make him soft and spineless"
"how will he be safe if not emasculated?"
someone must have thought the way to peacefulness
was to exalt the feminine
now we're heroless, children motherless
and how closer is the vision?
Jesus gathered the broken fishermen
Who will go with me?
Who will fight with me?
Who will die with me?
Who will lead with me?
Who will be a man with me?