A poem about the legacies we hand down to our children.

 

When as little children

we receive admonitions,

shaming reproaches, spankings,

do our unborn young

still recessed in inner cavities

flinch from that wounding?

At what point is DNA encoded,

decreeing one child victim

to another’s aggressor?

Such fools are we to believe

our actions are harmless

when our unborn

carry our legacies

before they are even conceived!

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