Someone must have thought our representatives Were the beasts and wife abusers "take the sons of this generation And clothe them in colorless dresses" Jesus entered the temple marketplace Felt his fists grow tighter Walked up to the nearest salesman Flipped the blasphemed table over "make him sensitive" "make him soft and spineless" "how will he be safe if not emasculated?" Someone must have thought the way to peacefulness Was to exalt the feminine Now we're heroless, children motherless And how closer is the vision? Jesus gathered the broken fishermen Who will go with me? Who will fight with me? Who will die with me? Who will lead with me? Who will be a man with me?