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This poem is about centuries of religious intolerance that has scarred the souls of an entire people. It is about the hope of reconciliation.

The Sins Of The Fathers

Deep within darkest shadow currents, coarse
The bitter blood. Countless generations
Stumble under old justifications;
And the battle rages with hideous force.
Desperate vengeance imprisons remorse;
We are trapped. Whose rationalizations
Created these deformed expectations;
This intolerance? What ancient source
Feeds our misery? Two hundred years
Have passed since my people fled those
Emerald hills and still this soul sheds tears;
Shadows hide the brokenness I suppose.
And yet, I hear the voice of our King calling
Us home. Ireland, your healing is at hand.

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