My Father is Your Father

The father of my being is the father of yours.
The planting of his seed constructed our doors,
leading to the obvious teachings
of right and wrong;
comparing squares and circles,
things that do not belong.

You are the blood of my blood;
the skin of my skin,
protecting a mind in search of a cleanse.
My father’s blood is your blood.
His seed aroused your flower bud,
with words engraved from the tip of my spud.

by. Philip G. Steverson