Thats Of My Father, Poem by Jacob Biehl

things rip this world,
guilt is one of them,
yet why shall i feel guilt?
i feel bad for the slaves,
but why is that of my guilt?
i feel bad for the jews,
but, did i slay for it?
i feel bad for irish,
but i did not mistreat them,
i feel bad about the king of britain,
but why should regret?
these harsh affairs are of my fathers,
and my mothers,
and their parents,
but not mine, twas never mine,
and i dropp it now.