I am a cocktail of Irish and Jew.
Great blend some say and sure its true.
Thanks for the mix of it.
Poetry art philosophy too -
Makes creativity flow like the Ganges river.
It's the other side that makes me shiver, makes me cold.
I've had it, enough of the zero temperatures,
the whole bloody pack on my back -
the ancestors that is.
They who knew their holocaust, their famine.
They who left seeds of devastations
exterminations starvations subjugations
to spawn generations to drown
in the sorrow, the suffering.
I just can't swim in the thickness of it.
Live in the history playing itself out in me,
That has choked me up till I can't feel the pain -
The pain of the glorious struggles, the sufferings.
I'm choking on the richness of the banquet.
Dying along the Atlantic coast.
Burning in the ashes of the holocaust.
Two holocausts actually.
The Jew has no privilege on that.
Every nation has suffered, had nightmarish times.
Millions dead for a cause, a curse.
It's no honour to suffer.
It's a bloody nightmare.
Causes neuroses psychoses osmosis.
Inflated deflated overrated egos.
Don't say I'm anti Semitic, anti Irish, I'm not,
I can't make a feast of famine.
Celebrity of suffering.
I'm not celebrating this inheritance
that bequeaths no rest.
Let the memories break and break
into a thousand thousand pieces.
Smaller than the smallest grains of sand.
So small, they can't be picked up,
the story read any more.
Time for a new start.
New inheritance.
Inheritance of the heart.
I Inherited Suffering
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