We Owe No Debt for Sins of Ages PastA Poem by bigfootprintCommentary on current eventsEach human owes a debt to earn his way in life. Chaos, chains, and cruelties glare on every side. Adapt or die to pay the keep for ward and wife. Faith, honor, and courage enable us to survive. Man’s works thrive on truth, fall away with lies. The past buried its bones, its missteps to revile. Each age braved thorns but loved the buds, too. Now, those destroyers lash with hate and guile To rip asunder our memories of ancestral pride. History etches in stone the homage it inspires. Demand for past dues begs the question why. We live our lives by compromise -- stay and play, Or turn away to find our niche in other locality, Alone, we seek like mind, kind face, and smiles. Shared values help us to match pride for stride. “You and I” become we only if both can agree. Prove your mettle, jump into my fray for right. Honor my values, benefit me with your wiles. Show me that you care. I will give back in kind. Prove your birthright, and I will pledge my life. Western idealism teaches our youth the joys Of giving to the humble, with some expectation That charity bring back tenfold in time of need. Only cruelest traveler would snatch the gold From my teeth as I take repose in a shady glen. Gutter snipes might peck away our serenity, Engorge themselves at trough of our charity; But do not say for past ills that I owe you. I offer neither money nor morsel to assuage For my ancestors’ sins. Your kin sinned, too. © 2018 bigfootprintAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on July 13, 2018 Last Updated on July 13, 2018 Tags: History, anthropology, sociology AuthorbigfootprintBossier City, LAAboutHi I'm Doug Fowler, age 77, proud American. Perpetual student, newspaper copy editor (retired), poet, novelist, painter, Christian minister, USAF veteran, and pool player. I live alone and like it (bu.. more..Writing
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