The Curse Is Cast Poem by Thomas Hooker

The curse is cast (damaged lives)

Damaged lives
fill empty rooms,
it was over before it
got started, the trees
outside the windows
still damp with tears,
flourishing in misery,
cruelty cries out, when
a house of cards falls in.

The more you know,
the more you suffer,
knowledge is hard,
ignorance bliss, while
intellectuals massage egos,
fools laugh out loud,
rapscallions twist their faith,
hating what they're not,
only what they're taught.

Who started this fire...
was I born to carry wood
to the flames, to carry on
my family's legacy...
Who am I to question
my faith, so hot are
these embers, they burn me,
must I feed on this anger
that lived in this room.

Damaged lives
fill empty rooms,
where do they go to seek
their version of truth.
Compassion lost,
painfully naked,
the curse is cast in the
seeds of their parents and
the roots of their grandparents.