came to this land
and took your father’s father’s father
and treated him as less than a man.
And made him toil
and sweat
to let another man
eat the bread that was not his.
And now for the sins
of my father’s father’s father
You son of another man’s son’s son
Have taken me
And cast me out
from my land
where I had hoped
to earn my bread by the sweat of my own brow.
But I understand
and do not begrudge you
Though my heart lives there still
Perhaps someday it can return
And laugh and live and sweat and toil
Where it does not matter
whose son’s son’s son
is whose.
1 August 2011
©Eleanor Clark
and took your father’s father’s father
and treated him as less than a man.
And made him toil
and sweat
to let another man
eat the bread that was not his.
And now for the sins
of my father’s father’s father
You son of another man’s son’s son
Have taken me
And cast me out
from my land
where I had hoped
to earn my bread by the sweat of my own brow.
But I understand
and do not begrudge you
Though my heart lives there still
Perhaps someday it can return
And laugh and live and sweat and toil
Where it does not matter
whose son’s son’s son
is whose.
1 August 2011
©Eleanor Clark
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