Separation of Church and State of Shock

My father taught me how to read
And Father told me stories
My father tucked me in at night
Father told me not to worry

My father brought me to the church
We were invited on vacation
My father wanted me to stay
Father insisted on migration

My father took my mom and me
Father gave us cottage 5
My father tried to leave when
Father told us we would die

My father taught me how to count
So I knew how many people
Surrounded me in Father’s town
Lying down around the steeple