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In Reply to: Rotten Fruit posted by Joseph on April 04, 2004 at 08:36:35:
This was written not by me but by someone else who grew up in the family maybe it will help you understand better how we feel:
We have no past
We who all our young years
Felt the cold breath of hypocrisy
We have no past
And must spin fanciful tales of our youth,
Our lives and infancy.
And every turn we take
Another half-truth we must utter
To hide the wretchedness of our fathers
And the shame of our mothers.
We have no past
No history for our generations
No legacy for our children
We have no past
So we must lie
And also bear this burden.
We have no past
We for whom “Diaspora”
Has been,
Not history lesson
But a way of life.
We the orphaned children
Of religious lunacy
Must bear her scar on psyche
And her birthmark
On our souls.
We who felt the lustful flames
Of our faith
Every day of our tender lives
When our father took our sisters
And made of them their wives.
We have no past.
And we survive
The children of one world
The citizens of another
Outlanders
Pretenders
Fearful of discovery.
We have no past
And like survivors
Of some dreadful holocaust
Find no understanding
But in the offspring of commiserate fate.
For empathy is not possible
For those who’ve felt no weight.
We have no past
And some have no future
When this shabby existence
We call life and lying
Eat through their soul.
We have no past
But we have been born again.
Not once, but twice
And this rebirth has taken its toll
So despite our desperate struggle
The die forever is cast
And we find ourselves the children
Who have no past
