The Big Fight

Take the kid gloves off I’m about to go in.

Hell, Purgatory and all the evil bouts with sin.

I know I can’t lose I’m on the side of just & right.

No need to question my judgment so it’s time to start the fight.

I think of my parents, the family they raised so strong.

Generations of joy and hardships going back to years of long.

Saint Michael is my cut man giving strength with every round.

I land punch after punch without making a sound.

As favor goes my way I feel the trinity roar.

The knockout punch is landed for the weak, the meek, the poor.

Frank Scavullo