Lineage of Abuse

 by

 Robert Dominguez Jr.

 10-20-04

The humdrum cycle of transgression anger

Confined to the bloodline; none left to meander

To ill-use the gift of warmth and parenting

Displace it with frigid shrieks and scolding

A tumbling weed in the mind that continues to revolve

Pain on the brink of death, yet still needs to be resolved

Punished for acts that are hollow to the core

The mind aches of beatings, their bodies tender and soar

Over the pool of time carried through the seed

Burns the anger and ill patience that each use to feed

The motivation to inflict, the want to cause torment

Void of any ethics, absent of any sentiment

Reasoning must act as the tourniquet cutting off the supply

All the years of violence passed on now must subside

To the era of love staked in the clay of pain

Wipe away the tears and wash away the stain

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