Fire In The Water
If you have seen the twenty summer’s sun
And have taken heart to the twenty cold winter’s tale;
It’s time your tongue rise against firewater
Coz! Your father had hunted and fished to grave himself.
He forgot his words and did no justice,
Possessed a ferocious expression in the eyes,
Had countenance unyielding and evil
And stood tight between himself and the creator.
His thoughts were reared on the softer banks,
But the first tempest washed away the weak foundations.
His mercy proved shorter than his justice,
And remained a fiend to mediate such a vengeance.
It was firewater that spoke for him
And very imperfectly forlorn his concealed heart.
That delicate and sensitive human
Shrunk deep into the painted bitterness of his false life.