Collective guilt visiting the sins of the fathers is the lynchpin of dictatorship
This bazaar shape that morality takes when sheep go on the hunt for wolves
Wolves that are age long dead
We need a climate change
We need to look into the eye past the collective mask
and touch the individual soul.
Touch his shoulder
Offer her unearned smile
Embrace
Let the awkward moment cleanse
Remake
Renew
I will not look into the eyes of the pack or the flock
But I will look into yours
Will you look into mine
Will you see
I want to see
Do you
This hatchet, with so much blood
So much memory
It’s not even ours
Let us cast it into the sea