Written by C Hues
October 27, 2022
My daughter is the “lowest caste” A half-breed slave—my master’s shame Reminds him of his wicked past While the lady’s sons get master’s name My son, there are many things I wish I’d said Regrets that grow as I grow weak I resurrect a time long dead A man called “boy”—a man made meek Grandchild, it hurts to see you here In this same place that time trapped me You’ve seen that hatred thrives on fear This isn’t the future your kids should see Descendants, if you’re in this same fight Centuries passed—but time stuck still Just know that even progress slight Means we’ve moved time—with stronger will.