I drip
Agony.
Of my fathers.
Contending with
the thorns
of an
unforgiving earth.
I drip
Pain.
Of my generation.
Unboxing a
void inheritance
from a
beaten lot.
I drip
Glory.
Mine.
Taking pride
and victories
from the courage
of existence.
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