Stories
They fought the wars, to say "We're free"
Ha! A code for; "See...Follow...Be"
You just think you have your own mind, but
Long ago lines were drawn
"OUR" history reminding us...Dead just isn't gone
Constant and consistent rears its ugly head
No matter what your skin color, the past is never dead
Generations of tales, all recycled stories
of Suffering, hardship, blessings, and glories
Each time accentuating the spilling of blood
Each time retelling which grave had been dug
These stories, (it seems) mixed with subliminal hate
Attached underneath the words of our Fate
Telling the innocent, still faithless from birth
We suffer! So the meek shall inherit the earth!
The afflictions passed down..."Remember the pain"
All circles of life, all links build the chain
With each link comes a price, and payment is taken
All the good that we do...Soon is forsaken
Any evil that's done...Is never forgotten
Generations passed down; Rotten breeds rotten
Nobody can know...Why, how, who or what
Everyone blames someone, the life that they got
Stories retold are without proof, based on trust
if we could go back and see, facts rearranged
Our ancestor's truths, good or bad
would be changed
Not out of spite, or throwing of stones...Because
Any 'good' stories told, have meat on their bones
If people and stories were perfect through time
Our whole world would know...We are 'One' design!
Ideally, our instincts would inspire our fate,
To desire acceptance, instead of stories
directing our hate
Free to love who we love, life to explore
Free to be free...Without fighting a war
Copyright © Okanagan Bell | Year Posted 2018
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