The Marks We Make


We all desire to leave a legacy
that will outlast our lives.


But the marks we make
on those we leave behind
are sometimes scars.


Our culture instead
of being steeped in tradition
is consumed by dysfunction.


The identity of our heirs
is shaken by the faults
of their ancenstors.


Our inheritance is pain;
we pass down a heritage of hurt.


The DNA of our descendants
will be riddled with
repressed rage and shame.


With each generation,
the damage is exponential;
our genes generate defects.


But it's never too late
to end the cycle of
character flaws.


It starts with you today
ending the trend of brokenness.

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Beatnik1979's picture


Wow,this is great..Definately thought provoking. excellent poem...... ** steeped??