The Ancestral Burden

The Ancestral Burden

A Poem by Kait
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Edgar Allan Poe inspired

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We have been living with stolid faith
Beginning, even though we have not started
In fear of an end that is always too near
Afraid to walk forward
Too proud to look back

Demons consume our conscious thought
Preaching, all that is fabricated is real
Breathing life into suspended eidolons
Telling the righteousness of tradition
Showing the predetermined path of failure

Wonderful gardens of daisy's
Grow to fantastic heights
Where we hath buried our loves
Their souls ascend to the clouds above
For sake of others gripes
We ask timidly ‘when will it end’
Hoping the answer will be of speedy resolution


Without just cause, we sit and stew
Empathy of piercing ache from others like you
Fills the world with anger and revenge
The garden still grows from falling tears
Spirits of those once warned
Wash out to mid-sea
Where their memory fades
and trumpets play for thee

Restitution; there is a boundless sea
Where black souls sink
And war ships repair upon ashen, gravel beach
Reddening face, ablaze for sake of souls sacrificed
Silence comes from all around
Tribulations arch-over the eternally bound

What is there for those who have lost?
Who have graves instead of lovers.
Minds unturned over centuries of grotesque past
Devilish pleasures known for too long
We have appeased those with too much pride
Conquering, as nations divide
living freely under absolute rule
In a society where justice prays on the innocent fool







© 2012 Kait


Author's Note

Kait
This is a comment of the current state of the world today, politically and morally. How we hurt those who have bravely given themselves for others, while masterminds sit back and become richer. It's happening, don't deny it, fight it-and loose, accept it-and lose.

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Governments come and governments go...and 'Conquering, as nations divide
living freely under absolute rule
In a society where justice prays on the innocent fool'. There's more, forever more.. pat



Posted 11 Years Ago


The last stanza would stand well alone.
It puts focus on your intent.



Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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