The sins of my fathers

Oh fathers do you not know

For you are the window through which we see

Our future, our potential and ourselves in thee

You were torn apart from the inside out by war both with yourselves and other enemies

And continue it in your sleep

Regret, sadness and failure seep from every pore that is left alive

You carry, transfer and hurl your sorrow like the splatter of a crime scene

There is no passion in passive aggressiveness

For it seems we are left in the fray are counted as prey

Oh fathers do you not see

Your failings are counted times three

For your sons and daughters are counted in these

Oh it is true what they say, the sins of the fathers

Are visited upon the children

But we can refuse to open the door