The sins of our father


Sins of our father’s.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence.


Father’s eyes and anger

Is my Father’s eyes and anger.
Are they mine now?

I told you.
I love you.
I need you.

Love should bring calm and peace.

A hidden demon.
Can strike without thought.

Sweet friend.
Kind lover.
Did you see the monster?

I tried to lock the demon up.
He tried to escape.

I must walk away for a moment.
Deep breathes and counting to ten.

My world is falling apart.
Like my Father’s world did.
He took the bad road.
Pissed off and violence.

I will keep quiet.
Do my best to stay strong.
Ain’t easy when your world is falling down around you.

We need kind words.
We need a lot of patience.
A lot of love and forgiveness.

I will pray to the God of life and death
Give me wisdom and strength.

7 Feb 1989

My Father

When I look into the mirror.
Do I see you my father?

Have I become what I despised all my life?
Have my eyes.
Your violence become mine?.
Everyday I learn more loss.
Loss of dreams.
Lost of desires.

Will I become like you?
Give up.
Show spirit only when I’m violence or excited?

Can I stop my journey to man-hood?
My eyes from hiding tears.

Have I travel too far?
Is the blood too strong?

Am I destine to hurt everyone?
I have loved.

If I chose my own road.
Why do I follow my father sadness.

27 April 1989

Sins of the fathers

My father fought in wars.
Killed in battle that expanded to the real world.

He was a Mexican/Ojibwa man with no place to go.
Hated for his color and race.

He demanded respect and never allow anyone to
look down at him.
His anger and violence controlled his mind and heart.

He told me. “You will get a education and make them respect you.
I won’t allow you to live my life.”

My father watched me succeed.
He told me often. “Don’t allow my sins to become your sins.
I have killed, done bad things. You must overcome the sins of
your father.”

Now I have lived a good life. “My father’s sins made me go in the right
direction. Sins of our father’s need to teach us a better way.”

He asks me once. “Remember son. You must pray for me. Children must pray for
their parent to be allow to find peace.”

I pray he is with his Soldier brother’s in paradise. Drinking to a good day. I believe a kind God forgive the sins of men lost in the turmoil of hate and prejudice.

The sin of our father’s must teach us the better road.

5 Jan 2011



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