And We Will Try Again (Endless End)

An instinct of guilt trickles down my body

from head to earth ceaselessly to this day

I have grown accustomed forgotten its origins

clenched my teeth with eyes digging deep

into memory past

Our mother slaves in the kitchen

blessed with children

ringed with vast potential

only to be squandered

by hopes and dreams

An entire race seeks forgiveness

The bristle of beads

cemented between their fingers

and victims alone long departed

acquiesce them for harvest

The land is deferential

the flesh tramples ahead

when there’s nothing there

but the waste and debris left behind

Splicing the same feeling inside