Trubute to Willie

She was my buddy, always by my side,
A scruffy little dog with heart of gold.
She was a friend to whom love was applied,
With all the fervor that I long to hold.
A true friend who made no love 's exception,
She loved all people with love's true intent
With her wag, there was no one she would shun
Her lovely soul was to everyone sent.
All good things, especially dogs can't last,
She fed too much on ev'ry bite I gave,
The sick I gave her sent her to my past,
It was a good dog that I could not save.
I gave love freely to a mongrel pet
She returned my love freely when we met.

Hussein the Martyr

Some think it insane
To blame martyr Hussein,
What will, what may become.
I think it plain,
That if martyr Hussein
Should prove to be insane,
The rights of all will wane,
What may, what does become.
The law of the insane
Could be our last and only bane,
What has, what has become.



Poem was written during the nIneties when Clinton and not Bush contemplated an invasion of Iraq. pre- 9/11

The Wisdom of Betty and Chemist

Betty says girls of the FLDS,
Without a public showing, they must be
Confused idiots trained to be robots,
Without one, she knows what facts we should see.
Betty is confused, actions speak louder
Than words, girls went to stay with state two moons,
The efforts to force made Betty prouder,
The failure to brainwash surprised the goons.
These proud women of the FlDS
Did not surrender their faith to self-help.
Their actions of love leaves nothing to guess.
They do not use enemy's guile to help.
Chemist knows all about the rule of law,
But rules without justice has fatal flaw.

Hilderbran Gloats

Hilderbran gloats over his cruel misdeeds,
He claims he protects those poor girls he hates,
He loves hate mail from hate that his bile seeds
Good seeks the forgiveness that love creates.
Hilderbran loves harm he's done to Mormons.
Children without Fathers, this is his crime,
Texas has more teenage Mothers, no less,
And yet his hate of good takes up his time.
Hilderbran saw a strong need to create,
Young Fernanda was the first mother proud,
The state knew she was certainly not late,
YFZ did not make Texas a crowd.
Hilderbran what did you do to create?
Truth is on time and can never be late.

The Fall of a Would-Be Lover

I met a Goddess, five-foot-three brunette,
At the local bookstore where she did work.
She had a pretty face, a lovely smile
And was almost as smart as I myself
Where I would shop to see what new treasures
They had put on the shelf to tempt to spend
More than my meager wallet could sustain
I saw her lookimg my way with a smile,
That was seductive or so I assumed.
In a short while, I came up with the nerve
To say hello, she said to me "hello",
That was the start of a nice dialogue.
She was not easy to impress with smarts.
She knew almost as much as I about
All those great minds and writers of great books
I thought she liked me by the smiles received
By me when I met her at the bookstore.
I nervously contemplated the quest
Of a night out with the brunette Goddess.
As she did the shelves of books with no
Idea of intent regarding her.
I sought the nerve to ask my angel out
I sought to be privlidged ro spend time
In company with her out on the town.
I asked if I could have a date with her,
I was then crushed by her firm refusal.

I do not have dates with customers,,
I do not mix business with my own time,
Where i have quests I have to resolve.
I have to mediate with my own God
And not the God of orginized churches.
I stay out at my house in the dark woods,
Where I can contemplatethe world as it
Goes by the road I travel to my house.
Each day at work you light the day for me
Amid the clutter of turmoil and books,
But this is not enough for me to yield.
You have no knowledge as I really am
You paint too good a picture of my charms,
You are in love with your angel, not me,
I am a fuddy-dud not an angel
Or anything beyond plain and common.

I drove away that day to take my pain
Away and leave my disappointment to
My fate which is to know how I can learn
To come back at life when it fails
To satisfy all my basic desires.
Though I am in the midst of a foul mood,
I know i canot match by any means,
With God or mediate with his insights.

We Three Kings of Injustice

We three Kings of injustice are
Bearing hate, our pursuit mar
Good and decent, love, pure at heart,
Following broadcast war.

Chorus:

O Star of justice, Star we hate,
Star with justice richly great,
Justice leading, just deserving,
This is the star we always hate.

Came Jagels on Bakerfield's plain
Hate I bring to jail them again
Hate forever, ceasing never
Sending them all to pain.

Repeat Chorus:

Bigoting to offer have I,

Abbot i make policy bad

Hate and hating, i have to lie
Handcuff them, they must sigh.

Repeat Chorus:

Hate is thine, it's bitter perfume
Breathes on life of hater's gloom
hating, snarling, spewing, sealing
Bigot Matt Smith in doom.

Repeat chorus

FLDS will now arise

Christ and God and sacrifice

Alleujah! Alleujah!

The Saints have now their replies.

Repeat Chorus:

MOTHER EARTH

The Earth is an old master of our fate,
Which will return our souls to the fine dust.
The Earth is an old guardian that must
Retain its majic hold o'er small and great.

We are the creatures of an early time,
Whose minds are filled with glimpses of Byblos.
Once more we are destroyed by the same foes,
Who mixed Ebla with the eternal grime.

Troy was to live again through Schli'mann's dream
Of finding where the fabled city lay.
The sceptics had lost forever the day,
They won no more of truth than a pale gleam.

Our souls were molded by the Hebrew dust,
To give the people of the world a faith.
The faith of the ages became a wraith,
Which turned the iron morale of faith to rust.

To dust our bodies will go when we die,
To eternal old ruins we search for truth,
When our eternal psyches need life to soothe
Our souls when in the ancient dust we lie.

No sacred promise can leave our souls bound,
No final answer can make destiny
Adhere to rigid laws that cannot be
Examined by a sense of what is sound.

The truth is where the mind will learn to search
For answers to the stormy trail of life.
The ancient ruins of Mother Earth are rife,
With the ideals of life on which to perch.

Christmas Time

This is the time of year to feel the pulse
Of all mankind run through the frosty air.
This is the spirit that lets us repulse
The selfish craving that has place a glare
Over the basic values we hold dear.
This is the spirit of good will and peace
Possessed by those rare souls who can not fear
To give their all to life to gain a lease
Of life to love. We cannot swallow ill
And hope to have a vital goal to push
Our timid souls to greater feats of will,
Tlie will to overcome the lies that crush.
This is the time of man to feel the good,
That we would realize if we only would.

Mythology

Day breaks slowly on the slow rising land,
The day is slow to start anew.
I sadly hear the sharp calls from a band ,
Of crows, who are not my desire.
I wish to see, instead of this new Sun.
A terrible Sun God arise,
Apollo must begin his daily run.

Once God could stare at us through a glass pane,
Now we see only clear blue skies.
God in the first hour creates us in vain,
Now that we know how life began.
We should desire to start a fresh new faith
To sooth the troubled souls of men,
In which our yearning souls can come to bathe.

Once primal terror stalked the souls of men,
Who fled with the approach of storms.
Who thought the Gods who made the storms had been
Made angry by poor sacred gifts.
Emerging man appeased the idols born
Of his desire to know his soul,
Men trembled when they heard old Trition's horn.

Let not despire be our one holy shrine,
We must begin to study life.
We must not follow the sad modern line
Of those who ended their sad lives.
Do they have only tragedy to give?
They have taught us what it is to die,
Where is the poet beginning to live?

My eyes have seen Apollo's light appear
Over the rim of the wide world.
My mind begins to realize that the fear,
That preyed upon the beaten minds,
Shall not possess a lasting hold on man,
We shall not be afraid of doom,
If on our horizons of faith we scan.

Earth Changes IV

Sunshine in spirit sends us soaring up,
Above the clouds to stars, where our minds see.
Realize the delierious daydreams, we sup.
We teach our souls to learn to simply be.
These are the times we seek in later life,
Not fully realizing what we have found.
The aliens have come to end our strife,
Undoing wraith to which our minds are bound.
To live in peace, where we and alien
Life forms have joined endless universal
Desire to have the highest joy, our den
Of sins which we regret, its toll is full.
We are to join the universe, when we
Learn to become the best we are to be.

Earth Changes III

This era will end all our yesterdays,
And send our tired old concepts back to the
Trash heap from whence they came, the same old haze
That clouded our perceptions, changed are we?
The era that gives us a brand new life,
On planet where our speices grew too fast.
We have the oppurtunity to end strife,
Time has become all new to us at last.
Time will be the all to the human race,
That it has been for all humanity.
The beings from a-far have set a pace,
That gives us no good sense of unity.
We blindly find the path of true knowledge,
This leads our spirits out of sad bondage.

They Love the Victims of the FLDS

Rebeckah, Watching and bigoted rest,
They say they love the victims they know not
To whom they have not spoken they know best
They think they know what is terrible blot.
Wrong has been done because they dont know it
When it occures, they spew forth foolish hate.
Only when spark of love of man is lit.
Will they learn their ignorance is not late.
Oppression takes the place of love, because
It 'rives under darkness and not the light.
They cannot see enough to make them pause,
And see forgiveness that makes their souls bright.
Rebeckah, Watching and bigoted rest
I pray I have put your love to the test.

Earth Changes I

The world is turning over on its on,
Taking away the old we have always
Known as the truth. The old ways set the tone
For our beliefs, we thought would last our days.
The Earth changes into a hard new home,
That takes us down the path to hard new night.
The tarnish on our souls cleans the old chrome
Into the images of souls of light.
The aliens came to our sleepy season,
The answer we know not, We seek a goal,
For an answer to the my'stry reason,
That they abduct, it takes a heavy toll.
Now at the very last, it is our time,
Turning over the world, It seems a crime.

Vision

I see the trees, the grass, the sea, the sky,
I grasp no meaning from the glimpse of life,
Where the birds sing in vain because the eye
For this brief scene is filled to grief with strife.
I yearn to know the trees, the birds, the sky,
Above all sacred knowledge of the day.
I must no longer be required to lie,
In order to say that I know the way.
The trees stand out against the pale blue sky,
The soil recognizes the message it sends,
With peace on Earth and Heaven, we comply,
With soft command to live the life that mends.
The love of nature sends us through the door,
Of a good life where I can learn to soar.

Home

This is the place where we belong. No way
Can we be turned away, no matter what
We have become, no one can ever say,
That we cannot remember what we got.
Wherever in the whole world wide we roam,
We may always return to this kind place,
Where we are gaurunteed this place called home,
We are always able to show our face.
When we are sick and tired we will go there,
Where we are loved no matter what we've done.
This is the only place to need us, where
We are at ease despite things left undone.
This is not printed in a peerless tome,
It is the love we lovingly call home.

The Persecuting of Allen Keate of the FLDS

The jury saw evil in a good man,
Ignored alleged victim who was not there.
These are good people that you seek to ban,
Your hate has so obviously been laid bare.
They did not care what their victim might think
They lead the nation in teenage childbirth.
Good Mother Fernanda could never sink
Any further, at fifteen she proved her worth
Against the CPS, she has now won,
CPS took no action against young
Mother, Abbot arrested not a one.
The story of the good Dad has been sung.
The story of evil has swept through West,
Abbot prosecutes good and sweeps out best.

The Joy of Feminine Beauty

The joy of beauty is innate to us,
Since we attend the march of woeful life
We need the balance of fine things to mend
The imbalance of life we know too well.
The grimness of our age will get us down,
Because we have no way to mend our souls.
We came through life by cultivating love
Of beauty manifest throughout our brief lives.
This is our joy in the illusive sight
Of Beauty, giving our eyes sight on God.

The beauty of all those female bodies

Attach the souls of men to the female

Need for security and lasting love.

We were meant to live together as two,

A woman's beauty and grace lures the man

To wanting and his learning to need her.

The woman's beauty surpasses all things,

In the brief time of our too lonely lives.

I have my own memories of these sights

Of lovely woman's body made for love.

I fondly enjoy the numerous times,

I have enjoyed the feminine figure.

I remember the Playboy centerfold,

I remember the girls in bikinis.

I went to the Valley of Dolls upstate,

There were nude girls dancing all 'bout that place,

I thought I died and had gone to heaven.

I had to leave because I spent my cash.

This is one of very few places that

I was ever driven to drink a beer.

There was a spot on way to Ranger games.

It was a special place called Baby Dolls,

It was filled to the brim with pretty girls,

Who danced beautifully with not much clothes

On their beautifull bodies, delighted

I was with the beauty of feminine form.

Evil in Texas

I see the evil in banal county
Of Schleiter, law misused for wrongful need
To bring a good people to harm, So we
Cannot know that it is hate brought to seed.
I see the hate disguised as the good law
Of benefical norms we love to adore,
My love of fairness they have worn so raw
By injustice that West Texas has wore.
From dark soul, Becky spues her vile abuse,
Attacking those who are better than she.
The FLDS belief is no foul ruse
The FLDS care for more than me.
The evil in West Texas continues
Onward without halt into feeling blues.

1. Schlieter County, Texas 2. Eebecca Musser older sister to Elissa Wall

Come Away

Come to the sea-shore,
Come to the spray and foam,
Come to where the mind is home,
Where the soul is free,
Come to life that we adore.

Here is life of joy,
Here is joy of peace,
Here we have a piece
Of the life we fail,
Here life needs no serving ploy.

Home we go today,
Home we go to doubt,
Home we leave without
The Sun and the sea-shore,
Home is where the coin has sway.

On Reading Thomas Costain

Have mercy, Sirs, have mercy,
Have mercy on this fool,
I am no evil man,
I will do you no harm.

I was of good intent,
I was a loyal man.
Have mercy! Have mercy!
I can be loyal still.

Where is the noble prince?
He must have mercy
On this foolish soul.
Where is he now?

I am no match
For crafty Mortimer.
I am the perfect fool,
Is that a crime?

Part Two


Lay down your head,
My sweet Lord Kent.
Lay down your Kent,
It's time to rest.

It's not for evil crimes,
You die today.
You dont deserve
To die this way.

This Edward mourned by none
Has gone away.
You tossed your life away,
You fat old fool!

You stupid man,
Lay down your head!
We needed not much bait
To catch a fool.


Part Three


Have mercy, sirs,
On this goodly knight.
He was the best to me,
The King was good to die.

Have mercy on this man,
The King was just a fool.
The King was not the man
That Mortimer has been.

Should love be hid?
Should we have left the King
On his unstable throne?
Where is justice?

I have lost all,
I have lost Mortimer.
Fate was not kind
To me and Mortimer.


Part Four


Have mercy, sirs, have mercy
On this foolish pride.
I lived to rule a realm,
Is pride a crime?

I was of noble birth,
I am a King at heart.
Have mercy on my soul!
I must be royal still.

Have mercy on my soul!
This is no fitting end
For England's best.
Have mercy on my soul!

Great schemes have come
To bitter conclusion.
What is ambition's worth?
Now there is only death.

Come Spring

Come spring, do not be slow,
Come weather send us spring,
Come soft zephyr, now bring
To us the sun of our younger days,
Which warmed our hearts so long ago.

Blow wind, blow cold away,
Blow spring to warm the air,
Blow wind that we may dare
To make a happy world,
Blow wind to clear the better way.

Here comes the day at last,
Here comes the spring sunshine,
Here the rewards are thine,
To savor when it is time
To know the sweep of life is vast.

Why We Need Love

Through all the years of man,
Through all the pain of life,
A strong desire to ban
The ever present sting of life
Runs through our souls like a cold knife.


We sing our songs of joy,
We sing our songs of woe,
This is our fav'rite ploy
To drive away the painful foe
That has too often brought us low.

We take the time to care,
We learn to care so that
Our trembling souls may dare
To banish the consuming rat,
That gnawed at love while dumb we sat

Elegy for Barbara Jessop

A good person has gone away from us,
Hounded by evil ones who love to hate.
Merrianne loved her Mother and she was
Removed by those poor souls who only hate.


Mean Carolyn incites her hurtful spite
Onto Barbara who won't return her bile.
Car'lyn moves in darkness without the light,
Barbara was without Carolyn's cruel guile.


The bigots of Texas hounded the good,
They were the CPS and Judge Walther.
They stole away her good children to bud
The persecution of her kin plus her.

You know her character from who loves her,
Not by the malignant spirit of hate.
She with her love was Car'lyn's opp'site burr,
For evil her spirit was a cruel bait.


The good we do will overcome the bad,
Barbara knew this to be a lasting fact.
Carolyn's spite leaves her so very sad,
With the forces of hate she made a pact.

So Many LIes

That poor Elissa told so many lies,
She cannot keep track of what she has said.
She has so many things to consider,
The tangled web of deception has grown.


That Carolyn told many sorry lies,
Evolving over time into a book,
That many foolish readers thought was truth,
That polygamy had to be the wrong.

Poor Flora told lies to such foolish souls,
Who could not question what she had to say.
The reading public knew poligs were wrong,
So what they read could only be the truth.

The buses ran on such terrible lies,
Fam'lies were taken away from Fathers,
Mothers were ripped from love of their children,
Saint Carolyn could not be a liar.



1. Elissa Wall 2. Carolyn Jessop 3. Flora Jessop 4. 2008 El Dorado Raid

Conscientious

We fleeced the Indian,
We lied, we failed to keep our word.
It was liquor and beads
For Earth, the heavens and the stars.

Now that we have our prize,
We can afford our sense of guilt.
We seized a continent
To make a home for liberty.

We need not guilty plead
To genocide to cleanse our souls.
The truth is what it is,
Not what we want it to be.

The Tudors charged Richard the third
With murder, not for nothing,
But to protect themselves from those,
Who might cover their costly throne.

The Indian must have his day.
We will not grant the right
To another to steal our land.
Justice is our refuge.

Time marches onward to its end,
We have no chance to stop the wheel
We can neither deflect or bend
The arrow will deliver the seal.

Mickey Mantle

He was the fair-haired child of destiny,
Expressing with his bat what we were not.
He was Apollo as humanity,
The image made us an adoring lot.
We viewed our hero through the haze of hype,
His struggles with life mattered not at all.
We looked past reality to love the life
As myth, We wanted heroes standing tall.
Time winds its way deflecting magic dreams,
Too late we sought the wisdom we can know
And wasted we our youth, we are mere gleams,
We felt the Sun's warmth, it's rays gave no glow.
We searched for heroes that we could admire,
As icons, never did they lite the fire.

Generation Gap

We never dared to speak the love we shared,
We never thought about the angry heart.
What could we share if only we had dared
To love, a gift of love we could impart?
We saw so little on the stage of life,
That we together could agree was right.
We could only descend into that strife
Of sight of train which was oncoming light.
Dad went to Vietnam, I think it made
Him angry at someone, I was the one,
That anger he conceived, was onto laid,
I had no means to be the goodly son.
I, haunted in my dreams for special love
I could not have, could never learn to love.

Brooke Adams Takes a Stand

Nobel Adams takes stand against libel,
She's right to say no cop made such a charge
Against wrong I cannot show any bull,
It's hard becuase the wrong has grown so large.
A lover named Lamont Barlow made love,
Made love to Elissa, they said she was
Just sixteen, and he was seven years above.
No wrong was ever charged by biased fuzz.
The logic of Adams says it's no rape,
No LE ever said it was a crime.
Justice must be acted to be on tape
It will be done to be broadcast in time.
The justice done to the FLDS
Will be repudi'ted in time, no less.

Tet Offensive-1968

The TV images sent us a lie,
Which watched we with the horror of a shock,
The VC died in fact, TV we die,
Once McNamera said it was a lock.
Ol' Cronkite, mad by those official lies,
Went over there and created more lies,
We were bad guys, he said, No more he buys
Of right to goodly role, for truth who dies?
Truth is an orphan, much despised in fact.
Who sees humanity and villany
In all one word? We make no lasting pact,
Because we know not well enough to see.
All the pain we saw on flick'ring TV,
Could not provide the means to truely see.

Plundering the FLDS

Bruce Wisan is a thief
Bruce Wisan is a thief,
Sells land he does not own
To pay the debt that came.

Bruce Wisan wages war,
Bruce Wisan wages war,
He Charges his victims,
They always pay the price.

The mighty judge presides,
The mighty judge presides,
The wrong she does is right,
She only follows law.

Lindberg knows the law,
Lindberg knows the law,
Law is a messy thing,
Fairness is not her aim.

I saw the buses run,
I saw the darknss fall,
I saw the wrong I should oppose,
That the liars had brought about.

Going to Vietnam

To Vietnam we went, we could not loose,
To Nam we sallied forth to right that wrong,
We heard no heresy, we sang no blues,
We could not know what would become our song.
To Vietnam we went to sanctify
That lasting faith in noble destiny.
We did not think that goverment would lie,
We had not known that bitter litany.
It came to pass in Vietnam , clear faith
Would vanish in smoke of all those firefights,
In us, belief came to be a cruel wraith,
With which we could no longer see the lights.
The failure of nerve, such as we received
From pain of war. In faith we once believed.

The Wound of Time

Just a little further on,
Just a little further on,
Just a little more to come,
More to see, more to know,
More for those in need.

Come to tend the soul,
Come to tend the soul,
Come to heal the wound,
Heal the wound of time,
Time I never was.

As we are in time,
As we are in time,
Time is what we know to be,
Time is then, time is now,\
Time is what the soul was not.

Now we come to rest,
Now we come to rest,
Rest of soul, rest of peace,
Peace of mind at last,
Peace of mind at last.

Triumph in the Snow

Come gentile snow, come
Come back again,
Come here to coat the Earth
With your white sheet.

Here autumn lives,
Here autumn is
Fading away to death.
Thus autumn dies.

The Earth is marked.
The Earth dies soon,
As winter's reign begins
On Earth today

The Snow is falling,
The Snow is falling
On this fallen Earth.
Cold winter claims the corpse.

A bird survives the cold.
A bird survives
Despite the cold.
A bird is singing in the cold.

A Song for Rozita Swinton

Im the Sheriff of Schleicher County,
Got that call from Colorado,
Rounded up all the bad guys
From the FLDS.

CHORUS;

No, We Cant find Rozita
No, We cant find Rozita
Where, Oh Where can she be?

We are the Texas Rangers,
Finding bad guys
Since the good ol' days
'Til We missed the gal from Colorado.

Repeat Chorus:

We are Hoover's G-Men
Found all the bad guys,
Like Dillinger and Baby-face Nelson
'Til We lost Rozita

Repeat Chorus.

The Wanderer

Over the seas you have wandered,
Over the skies you have wandered,
Over the sky you flew in vain,
Over the sea you sailed in vain,
Wander no more you are home.

Among the stars you have wandered,
Along the void you have wandered,
Among the stars you searched for naught,
Along the void you sought for noth',
Wander no more you are home.

Over the sea you have wandered,
Among the stars you have wandered,
You sought here and everywhere,
You sought for lasting truth,
Wander no more you are home.

Over the seas through many storms,
You brought the search to end,
Over the skies through many clouds,
You did what you had need.
Wander no more you are home.

A Poem For Darlie Routier

Written for s young Mother on Death Row in Texas. http://www.fordarlieroutier.org/




I know not how my sister meets her day,
The day without the touch of loving hands.
Belief can change what haunts the troubled clay,
Thus we aspire to see the peaceful lands.
I know not how my sister sees her day,
I cannot imagine what it is like
To have those days, I am without a way
To know her sad life or live out her fight,
I know not how my sister makes her day.
We keep the faith, We fight for what is right,
We know that truth is stronger than their nay,
The lies they say slows not the holy fight.
Truth triumphs over all those haunting lies,
We make the snoozing people hear her cries.



I am not related to the subject of this poem.

To Henry

They have turned out the lights, Henry,
They have turned out the lights.
Life had the means to charm
Until we went on down
To Sarajevo.

We came in like mild sheep,
We came in like tame sheep.
We knew nothing of war,
We lost our innocence
And with it our clear faith.

We need not tears on end, Henry
We need not weap for us.
The world had need of faith,
And we had need of joy,
All we witnessed was a dirge.

We came out broke,
We came out busted.
Good times were once our own,
The sweetness would not end,
Then came the fatal crash.

We were riddled again, Henry,
We were blasted again.
It started with stukas
Versus horses and closed
With that dead mushroom cloud.

1. Assasination of Archduke Ferdnand and his wife 2. World War I 3. The Roaring twenties
4. The Depression 5. World War II.

A Poem For Merrianne Jessop

CPS took children from their safe nest,
Terror entered young minds that lost a home,
Thus evil entered while peace was at rest
And sent the innocent children to roam.
Mir'cle occured at appellate level,
Children returned to loving Mother's arms,
Judge Walther was the CPS devil,
Who sent poor Merrianne to the sure harms,
Poor Merrianne Jessop spends nights alone,
Held as hostage by souless goons from state
Of CPS who act as mindless clone,
Only the just are considered as great.
Justice comes slowly to the patient ones,
As FLDS roams under all suns.

Judge Barbara Walther, who for some unknow reason, needed to handle cases civil or criminal.

A Poem for the FLDS

The Police came in armed to the utmost,
Prepared to quash all threats from those at peace.
No one could say they could not take that post,
They wanted the FLDS to cease.
Good Angie Voss came to save the children,
By destroying the home in which they lived.
She came in behind the rifle toting men,
Found love and peace, became very livid.
The pied piper took the children to camp,
With Mothers at the Fort Concho prison.
The shade of hate shattered the brightest lamp
And children were scattered by Texas sun.
They struggled onward with the heavy strain,
Place on their struggling souls by Texas bain.

1. 2008 El Dorado Raid 2. Angie Voss, Texas CPS case worker 3. Fort Concho (San Angelo, Texas)