With mind and brawn strong gates hewed from butter and guns I have made possible to hold the enemy at bay; On the shoulders of Babbage and Einstein I have preserved the day: For my family, my wife, daughters and sons. You cry out for me to open up the gates for new life; You cry out for me to stop what I am doing That it is my own demons I have been subduing; Not for my family, my sons, daughters, and wife. Guns and butter, gates and mirrors -- For this I was trained, by this I followed the Law, Without this I cannot care for my dear ones, At best I have this no matter how flawed. You cry out for me to walk out the gates to new life, But what of my family, daughters, sons, and wife?
©1990, John A. Mills