Fatherhood Poem

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There are those who think it quite all right
to steal a child from their biological parents
manipulating the courts and public opinion
in order to have them declared unfit to parent

Normally it’s the woman falsely accusing her husband
using the lie of child sexual abuse
like a nuclear bomb is used in a time of peace
the ultimate threat to gain the upper hand

But now its becoming quite common
for a third party such as a stepmother
to steal the natural rights of a biological parent
tearing asunder the bond between parent and child

To this end women lawyers specializing in family law
have led us by manipulating the courts
leaving parents everywhere but mostly fathers
insecure within their most intimate relationships
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hilarious poem, brother.

If justice were blind
Never stealing a glance
Dads wouldn’t lose custody
They’d stand half a chance

Best interests are claimed
For their weighty decision
This makes it quite hard
To contain one’s derision

Federal dollars are prized
That’s what they all covet
Most people stay silent
Many make nothing of it

Some say a good Dad
Shall pay every dime
But the only real Dad
Has equal parenting time

Say not the Struggle Naught availeth
By Arthur Hugh Clough
1819-1861
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SAY not the struggle naught availeth,
The labour and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And as things have been they remain.

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
It may be, in yon smoke conceal'd,
Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,
And, but for you, possess the field.

For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far back, through creeks and inlets making,
Comes silent, flooding in, the Main.

And not by eastern windows only,
When daylight comes, comes in the light;
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly!
But westward, look, the land is bright!

I posted this on Glenn Sacks about a year ago.

The wisdom of the ages
Shall be brought to bear
Not by bigots or tyrants
But by those who care

Ignorance is the bliss of despots
Not men of peace
In the wisdom of the ages
Lies our release

Children need both their parents
It’s always been the case
To say it’s different now
Is an utter disgrace

Those who profit from duplicity
Always meet the same end
It’s been the same through the ages
And time without end