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Generational Chains
A light flickers to start the chain & a spark is born
that grows to flame
It was conceived to break the chains that plague
the line & bring the rain
The family trees full of sour fruit have tried in vain
to stay the course
The forest fire will sweep the land & burrow deep
to uproot the source
It's not a sport nor harmless game but a serious
matter kept close to chest
If they haven't studied, they soon will learn that the
righteous fruit has mastered chess
The truth in jest is a funny jab when you've learned
the art of bob & weave
Generations have suffered from punchlines that cross
the line for the sake of greed
There's no reprieve for bad apples in crab barrels
that spoil the lot
The strong branches that persevere will continue to
grow & foil plots
Copyright ©
Jasen Ridley
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