I Stand

I stand because the guilt is mine;
I know that I must hold the line.
Forefathers failed; they knew the law
it was just greed and love of war.
Though riches made soon fell away;
their karma struck at end of day.
But still those crimes now in the past
a dark and deathly shadow cast.
While pasts are set our future’s free
for changing now for the past to see.
“The sins of the father” and so it goes
blood may be dry but still it flows.
I cannot wish those sins away;
it’s done by deeds not what I say.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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