My Father Poem by Saint Cynosure
My Father
my father chose forgotten
twas not the same as me
I always thought he would return
I held to that belief
I grew up in my lather
killing out in hate
and when I heard that he had passed
I thought a little late
a little late for vengeance
a little to save
a little late to break the mental chains that make a slave
my father chose forgotten
tis now the same for me
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