A million tears

Sometimes it seems I cried a million tears

Over the years

And I also know that not all of these tears

Were my own

Deep inside my cells there is an ancestral ocean

There are these waves that lap and sing and rise and fall

There is also a distant call that I hear

From within these depths

My beloved spirit

Sings a sad lament

From down within his soul

So heartbreaking

That he grew old

Far away from care

Am I a prophet if I see

The way these themes

Continue to repeat

In families?

Sometimes it seems I will never be able

To make the authorities see

How they are keeping the whole sad mess going

By not even exploring its roots

And yet who is really to blame

Does not it take years and years of soul searching

And suffering to contain

And weave together the tangled

Mixed up threads of this

To get some glimmer of understanding

Into how the souls of the ancestor’s conflicts

Call to us anew

Their mixed up.threads

To undo

Seeking the flow of meaning

Through all of these convoluted meanderings

Patterns of disconnection and exile

That bend and warp and weft

So silently revealing

Their mysterious symmetry

Is it just me

Or are we crying too much

While ignoring the terrible mistake

Our ignorance is causing us to make

And when oh when

Will we start to seek the truth

Before it is all too late?