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