The Sins of our Fathers

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From the day we are born

our innocence’s replaced,

by the sins of our fathers,

which we lived and retraced,

on a path of learned experience

we accepted as the norm,

as we’re moulded none too gently,

without realizing the harm.

And we touch each other daily

with the wounds that deeply bleed,

sometimes hear a warning echo,

yet continue without heed,

in the perfect life we've woven

with the thread of deep denial,

all the time the heap gets bigger,

as the guilt we now stockpile.

Yet the circle needn't close,

you can write an ending new,

treat the demons to a gathering

with the truth to them undo,

lest you wonder in the dark hours

of a moonless night alone,

why the children joined the circle,

for the sins that we now own.