Dead Hand
By
John I. Blair
With respect of neither sanity
Nor truth, the errant choices
Of the past reverberate
For many lifetimes
After they are made.
A bitter, vengeful silence
Entered when betrayal
Was perceived can poison
Children, children’s children,
Even to the seventh generation,
And damage dozens, hundreds,
Whose only crime is love.
©2006 John I. Blair
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