What chance were you given? by Frizzy J

Sins of the father

Blood on the ground

Sins of the mother

Blood on her gown

We came together without knowing each other

I’m sorry, my son

Sins of the father

Blood without sound

Sins of the mother

Screaming, relentless frown

We came together and loved the promise you brought

We brought you into the world

I’m sorry, my son, like everyone else, you too shall rot

Burdens and blessings and huntings and hopings

Love lost between parents and babes in between

Like steak in a clamshell grill you are seared

Tempered and tortured and hardened too soon

Sins of the father,

Sins of the mother,

Blood left to dry on the ground and all around

Bright eyes unfettered and feathered abound

I’m sorry my son,

For my legacy of pain

Built for you, and handed down