I ask myself
The same question
Every day
In the face
Of certain death
Would I make
The same choice
Will I give
Into the side
Of my over
Cautious mother?
Or will I rise
To the side
Of my brave father?
Whose courage got
Him killed ?
And even through
I was too young
To really know him
I’ll do anything
To be like my
Father
Just don’t ask
Me to risk my life
For my work
Because that’s what
I’m most afraid of