I used to sing this traditional song reimagined by Robert Plant of Led Zeppelin fame to my daughter when I used to take her to daycare, once when we forgot to put on her shoes. We did this in the Wall Street district too. She was raised on Pearl Jam and Queen for sure but also the old school gospel-spiritual tradition. Another song was Put Your Hand where she would mispronounce the word “water” as “watee” – adorable. She also knew the lyrics to The Band’s The Weight.

That was me, how I rolled. The sometimes profane and the sacred. Couldn’t put me in a box.

It made me dangerous.

It bent me to the ground.

In any case, the lyrics reflected a major part of my core beliefs. Good versus evil.

Light versus darkness.

The oldest story, maybe the only one.

What I try to raise my kids on. Never fool yourself. You fight for one side or the other.

You choose. And if you don’t know – it’s evident.

I joke with the them now that our recently deceased girl cat was secretly evil and the mastermind behind many devious events. They protest because she was sweet on the surface but she could and did put up a fight when necessary.

Slander aside of the most courageous and loving pet we’ve ever owned, isn’t that true of evil? It can be so hidden and destructive.

I saw some majorly bad things in my line of work, but nothing like the abusive, negligent, and careless use of power. That was the worst and the seemingly sweeping under the rug and ignoring.

But it must all come down. The world needs true warriors who will push back and say no.

Enough.

Satan, your kingdom must come down.

Gonna pray and shout till they tear your kingdom down.

All of it.