Head held down

My mother was my father, While he skipped town, The human scavenger looking for a new nest of eggs to lay and lie down, When responsibility was needed he could not be found, Mr. Merry go round and round, How many circles can one make without seeing the inside? Be the earthquake and cause such divide? The unwarranted tears of these children could fill the desert sands, If they were to wait and hold their so called fathers hands! It's a shame that fathers can't define father, If they were to look up FATHER it would say "WHY BOTHER", How many years will they play hide, but not seek? Coward, Yellow belly, Open eyes won't take a peek, How can any child look up to a man whose first name begins with WEAK!!!!!!! DMK 06/26/13