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Dead Hand

By John I. Blair

With respect of neither sanity
Nor truth, the errant choices
Of the past reverberate
For many lifetimes
After they are made.

A bitter, vengeful silence
Entered when betrayal
Was perceived can poison
Children, children’s children,
Even to the seventh generation,

And damage dozens, hundreds,
Whose only crime is love.

©2006 John I. Blair  

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