Plagues Of Our Fathers Poem by Benny Gallant

Can you feel the burn
can you see the sists
with these hands we dont dare
to resist, My nightmares
call me sick and my dreams of
children where they dont exist

Beneath the plagues of our fathers
we age to a race of deterence
can you beleive our resilicance
Beneath the plagues of our fathers
We die alone
We die without a home

Sores every goddamn minute
i feel them now, but we still we stand
hear burning and aching how?
can their ever be a hero among us
now?

In the age of this generation
we live each day in a form
of extortion, our prays die
with a terriable notion
and our hopes go
like an abortion

Beneath the plagues of our fathers
we fade in commonity
to everyone else its like a comedy
but then it happens to them and
it becomes a reality
You laugh and it seems so
funny then it karma strikes you
like a parody
only beneath the plagues of our fathers
we suffer for their mistakes

The End