“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.
I told you.
Love should bring calm and peace.
I tried to lock the demon up.
I must walk away for a moment.
My world is falling apart.
I will keep quiet.
We need kind words.
I will pray to the God of life and death
When I look into the mirror.
Have I become what I despised all my life?
Will I become like you?
Can I stop my journey to man-hood?
Have I travel too far?
Am I destine to hurt everyone?
If I chose my own road.
Sins of the fathers
My father fought in wars.
He was a Mexican/Ojibwa man with no place to go.
He demanded respect and never allow anyone to
He told me. “You will get a education and make them respect you.
My father watched me succeed.
Now I have lived a good life. “My father’s sins made me go in the right
He asks me once. “Remember son. You must pray for me. Children must pray for
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.
© 2011 Coyote Poetry