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?