The Burden We Are Passing On

Love arises out of acceptance
in a land made of broken bones
which rattles and hums a lullaby
in the soft light of the moon

Dig deep in the dirt with your dirty ankles
you can find the souls buried
under your sidewalks
Standing knee-deep in the river of blood
leaving footprint everywhere you go
such is the legacy we are leaving behind

There is an absence of the melody
the wind reeking of the hunger
lone tune of the pied piper is ruling the day
trying to proselytise the truth

We are losing our kids to this damn sea, I say
Not a light or sparkle in those ashen eyes
robbed of the dreams as the sparrows
losing shadows to the evening sun

The darkness plays in its bounty and hunger prevails.
This town left as a grieving metaphor for the catacombs
no longer hold the life in its broken lap

Fingers bloodied with the blood of the sacrificed newborns
the ones you have masticated the life from
the boney shoulder carrying the burden
of generations to come.