Sunday, October 26, 2014

Cycles

Cycles

A son asks his mother
Who?
The mother responds
Somebody.

A son asks his mother
What?
The mother responds
Something.

A son asks his mother
Where?
The mother responds
Somewhere.

A son asks his mother
When?
The mother responds
Eventually.

A son asks his mother
Why?
The mother responds
Because.

The son grows up
Has a daughter
And for his princess
He has no answers

Ignorance breeding
Ignorance
Sarcastically, we call
For parental prerequisites
But who would have
The answers?

How far back does it go?
Who first said no to the know?
Who is it we blame?
How long has it been the same?

More questions
With fewer answers

So, in our confusion
Our frustration
Repression and regression
We point our fingers
Direct our rage

In our misguided odyssey
For answers, for clarity
Another generation
Falls to the wayside

So let's stop with the blame
Let's cease with spreading shame
And instead seek our answers
While guided by the right reasons

For the sake of saving the next generation
To break the cycle
Let us progress with a healing intention
Remove blame from our perception

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