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October 27, 2004


I know how it works, this generational hatred

passed from fathers to sons, mothers to daughters

an eternal remembrance of an event so old

only bitter memories can keep it alive

I too, have cause to extend pain beyond its life

but am blessed, my parents  never taught me to hate

though fascism overran their native land

and hatred would have been an easy escape


I learned instead to forgive


and the Sun shines brighter for it



The use of “Sun” in the last line is a

nod to the original Star Trek episode

“Bread and Circuses,” in which the

word “Sun” was confused for “Son.”


“Sun” here is said, “Son” is intended.


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