Feeling brave…
A boy looks through glass thick as your fist
and sticks out his tongue at the lions,
his death grip on daddy’s pant leg
and tiny fingernails let blood
but daddy doesn’t seem to mind.
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Let this song beat your heart
like the pounding hooves of a Texas Rangers patrol
riding for truth, justice and The Resurrected Way.
Delight all you sons and daughters
of goodness and light!
Good always wins, in the end.