Tales o'
the little baby needin' savin'
so he can grow up strong 'n save the nation
parents in captivity on a reservation
slavin' for the man who weighs gold 'n parses out their daily rations (with lash that stings or obedience bonuses in pleasurable sensations) and they named it the land of the free where
everybody wants to save the little children do not agree on how that must be done, where-to- begin
just how best to save someone from the mess that I am in?
Hush! With your hands wrap your babe in a soft blanket then placing the baby softly in its cradle go in secret down alone into the marshes to lower babe- in- cradle down into dark, unexplored rushes growing there by design of the Force of Life, letting an ineffable current present in all times of the year carry away your begotten son or daughter into the care of what you never dare!
Later, there will be time to wonder why you did not care half so much about your self. Please leave me here with this chair when you go as a gift for the next human being who sits 

Tex S Jhonny