Teacher
Stood a bastard, standing so proud
No caution for thinking aloud.
Bring me bastards, awkward of frame.
Iron willed, stubborn, not easily tame,
Spirits unruly, ire aflame.
Bring me aware bastards.
Doubting men we most fear.
Lads who found another path
From the one we hold dear.
The bastards just taunt us
And cause no end to shame.
They hoorah the devil
At his own revenge game.
Jackals deny, defy and all
To measure deeds by standards tall.
Curse them, whip them, push them aside
For the injury caused to our pride.
Know lobos as determine men;
For they challenge again, again
Conviction runs deep in the veins,
Molten beliefs turned into chains.
God their defiant souls not damned,
Knows the worth of a wayward man.
Men of despair yet bold and true,
Hope forsaken by me and you.
Give me the bastards, take from mire.
Warm their chilled heartaches by my fire,
Chisel free doubts that chafe and tire.
I'll temper for a cutting edge,
Hot brand them with their burning zeals.
Armed in a forged tailored harness,
They will die engraving their seals.