And So You Grieve by J William Meek

And so you grieve

Never to let me cede

Ever the lasting greed

To control your constant needs

And so I’d die

That future son of mine

Would love to imply

The only time he’d rest, is the day he’d die

And so that’s it

The deplorable immoral generational shift

The seething teething and misleading miss

That apparently rarely unfairly hits

Cruelty begins in its search for hurt

Surely a kin in this pain getting worse

The god of sadness laughs as the tears roll down my cheek

And so I grieve, you grieve, I become you, as you became me.