pk.
Bluelighter
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My family
Are a bitter
Bunch.
From war-torn
Eastern Europe
They, my family,
Were forced
To take a ship
And travel
The oceans, to travel
All the way across
The globe to
Another country,
A foreign one.
One moderately
Calm Autumn evening
Me and my Mother
Drove the winding
Country hillsides
To our Grandpa's
Mandarin and mango
Farm.
We sat at a dark
Wooden table
Beneath the shade
Of a walnut tree
And drunk camomile tea
And it wasn't long
Before discussion
Turned toward the hatred
Of the Soviets.
I shuffled my feet
About awkwardly
As I watched them
Swell with anger
Like violent
Waves upon jagged rocks
How long can hate last,
I wondered and
How many generations
Will this hate permeate?
I realised my own bitterness
That sunny afternoon
And on the long car ride
Back home
I resolved to change that.
Are a bitter
Bunch.
From war-torn
Eastern Europe
They, my family,
Were forced
To take a ship
And travel
The oceans, to travel
All the way across
The globe to
Another country,
A foreign one.
One moderately
Calm Autumn evening
Me and my Mother
Drove the winding
Country hillsides
To our Grandpa's
Mandarin and mango
Farm.
We sat at a dark
Wooden table
Beneath the shade
Of a walnut tree
And drunk camomile tea
And it wasn't long
Before discussion
Turned toward the hatred
Of the Soviets.
I shuffled my feet
About awkwardly
As I watched them
Swell with anger
Like violent
Waves upon jagged rocks
How long can hate last,
I wondered and
How many generations
Will this hate permeate?
I realised my own bitterness
That sunny afternoon
And on the long car ride
Back home
I resolved to change that.
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