The Sins Of The Fathers - Poem by Natalie Jamokha
In me beats the blood of who came before,
in me flows their sin.
in me lives the price of their war.
in me rages the hate that doesnt dim.
i am the son of the worriors,
the son of glorious victors that had been.
i am the daughter of fighters.
the daughter of the hero that didnt win.
we are the children of war,
we are the ones the lose sleep and dreams.
we are the souls that lose their core.
we are the side line watchers that hear the screams.
Our lips only speak of fear and its doors
our hands drip of the blood ir our brothers
our eyes glimer with tears and woes
our bodies breaking and painted with brusing colors.
you are the carrier of hate
you are the barer of sin
you are the griever of fate
you are the one who couldnt win.
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