All the Hate in the World

What am I doing? What have I done? Who is this holding A smoking gun? Blood of my fathers Blood of yours too Who is not living This legacy through? If all the hate in the world Were in my own heart, How could I leave it Doing my part? What would that look like? How would I know? What would that feel like, Letting it go?

Ripping me open Ripping me down Taking me under Sacred ground Without my mother Or father too I am the witness Alone it is true Let me feel the pain All night Don’t let me wander Don’t let me fight I Want to know What it feels like To let the wind blow Empty graveyards

Give up their dead

Lying unburied

No final words said

It’s time to release them

And let them go free

Let their blood water

The family tree

It’s not my bag of bones

That’s dying inside

The blood of the ages

Comes due with the tide

I give it back to you

Mother of all

Mother of ages

Since the Fall

acrylic on paper, 9.5"x12"