The Weight of Our Sins
Through dark and light, through day and night,
If life completes or life begins,
We bear the cross of pain and loss
And carry the weight of our sins.
In shanty towns of hand-me-downs
We traffic the legacy of the age,
The cumulative weight of love and hate,
Of passiveness and violent rage.
And the lyrical wax of breaking backs
Sings strains that must foretell,
Of tedium and things to come
And seasons spent in hell.
Hauling coals and human souls
Of a mass that equals tons,
The sins of the fathers visited down
On their daughters and their sons.
Some precognition on wars of attrition,
Predicts that no one wins;
A means to an end is a sinister friend
As we carry the weight of our sins.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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