Father O Father O Father of Fools

Father, O father, O father of fools, I beg thee to take charge, Of thy family jewels, Shot straight like an arrow through my mother--- then to me, Grant me thy strength, To be strong like thee. Firm and hard as a rock can be, Let me stand tall like a rooster, With skin-tightened face-----so that I might see. To rule with sure power-----fit only for a king, Pass on to my hand, The mettle of thy ring. And stand with me in this fight to come, That I might subdue the world, With but the rub of my thumb. I know that I am blessed by virtue of my birth, So allow me to take charge, Of this place we call The Earth. With missiles aimed and ready to fire, Let us all stand tall and take our place, Like kindled twigs for the funeral pyre. Silenced voices now no longer heard, The world will lie in stillness, Knowing that brute force had the last word.