one father
stands alone
back to the sun
face in shadows
anger radiating
from broken glances
you were born upon
the death of many lives
and you were torn upon
the teeth of many knives
what is your reason
to hate me.

one father
stands alone
dark shadow
like a thumb print
on my arm
oblivious to the pain
he caused in mass amounts
I was concieved
of sperm and sweat
one fighting life amongst
the dying regrets.

one father
like any other
wanting a son
getting a daughter
worthless child
on a farm
like the heiffers
have their place
sold out
possessions
he just can't win
can't get ahead
can't stop the anger.

one father
impatiently waiting
no time for love
no time for comforting
if its another girl
we leave it
worthless sperm
waste of sweat
thank god he's
a boy
welcome home
son.