The son cast his gaze upwards, eyes full of arrogant hope,
dreaming, fantasizing,
about the benevolence of his rule.
He forgets that his father’s fist and his mother’s biting tongue
are heirlooms, passed from generation to generation,
for the sins of his forebears gush through his arteries.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 3:38 PM UTC
The son cast his gaze upwards, eyes full of arrogant hope,
dreaming, fantasizing,
about the benevolence of his rule.
He forgets that his father’s fist and his mother’s biting tongue
are heirlooms, passed from generation to generation,
for the sins of his forebears gush through his arteries.
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