Uncle Sir

Uncle Sir...

Once the boy said to the man
On a hot summer's day,
"Uncle will you tell me please,
Why can't I go play?

The other boys all laugh outside,
And all are having fun,
Why must I sit here with you,
As they play in the sun?"

Staring daggers at his child,
The man's eyes grew from calm to wild,
And as he stroked the poor boy's head,
The man looked at the boy and said,

"I'm the one to hold you tight,
The one to make your world all right,
No matter who you search to see,
The only one for you is me."

"Yes Uncle Sir I know you're right,
But don't you think that they,
Might not truly be that bad,
Maybe they want to play?"

Reaching for the young boy's hand,
The man observed him briefly and
(forcing the boy to welcome his speech),
Holding him tight he started to preach:

"They are the ones who want you dead,
The ones with evil in their heads,
Their sole intent is to abuse you,
To bite you, scratch you, and to bruise you.

They are the ones who'll make you hurt,
But don't you try to stay alert,
Rest you now, I'll be your eyes,
Let me hide you from their lies.

I'm the one to hold you tight,
The only one to make it right,
If you heed what bad boys say,
The terror will not go away."

"But Uncle Sir what did I do?
What makes them hate me so?
I never even spoke to them,
What's there of me they know?"


"They can't see the boy you are,
But they can see you from afar,
Can you see them, crouching there?
Rotten drunk with heathen prayer.

They'll come for you in the night,
To take your family from your sight,
Bad faith turns their pure hearts black,
And leaves you weak to their attack.

Can you see them, coming near?
Curl up to me, no need to fear.
I'm the one to hold you tight,
The one to kiss your head goodnight."

"Yes Uncle Sir I see them now,
I see that they will hurt me.
Please Uncle Sir, protect me now,
And never, ever desert me."

And so the boy sits with the man,
And never goes to play,
And while the others laugh outside,
Inside the boy must stay.