broken lineage

Sunday, August 24, 2014

He roars when he speaks
His wife watches and weeps
“Traitors!” “Betrayal!”
He cries out in his sleep
His fierce demeanor
Strikes fear in the stranger
Arms thrashing and flailing
He paces alone in anger
But in a moment of stillness
look at his face.Those wild, blood-shot eyes?
Expose the brokenness inside
Of centuries of inherited dreams
by a lie.

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