Someone must have thought our representatives

Were the beasts and wife abusers

"take the sons of this generation

And clothe them in colorless dresses"

Jesus entered the temple marketplace

Felt his fists grow tighter

Walked up to the nearest salesman

Flipped the blasphemed table over

"make him sensitive"

"make him soft and spineless"

"how will he be safe if not emasculated?"

Someone must have thought the way to peacefulness

Was to exalt the feminine

Now we're heroless, children motherless

And how closer is the vision?

Jesus gathered the broken fishermen

Who will go with me?

Who will fight with me?

Who will die with me?

Who will lead with me?

Who will be a man with me?