Our father was a man
Men came to him for counsel
Like a cricket in the open
His whistle echoes beyond the Sahara
He was a leader of men
A shell of Refuge; grip of comfort
A cascade of joy
And a thread in broken places
Our father was an epitome of bravery
A print on the sand of time
And a father to his sons
Alas,
We are but a handful of wheat
A wet wood in the fire
We hide where our father once fought
We do not deserve our father’s name
For we are not the man
Our father was
Courage Knowledge vision
Matthias Pantaleon
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