The Inherited Ache

A heavy silence fills the air,
A weight that’s getting hard to bear.
We look around at what we’ve built,
And find it stained with greed and guilt.
What’s wrong with the world today?
Why can’t we find the words to say?
We’ve traded truth for quiet lies,
While shadows mask our neighbors' eyes.
Why is there a need to take and steal?
To break the soul and make it kneel?
Or worse—to take a life away,
And cut the light from someone’s day.
To some, the answer stays unknown,
A seeds of doubt that’s deeply sown.
But to me, the truth is clearly shown:
The fruit is bitter when the root is wrong.
When parents teach their children hate,
They seal a thousand tragic fates.
They pass the torch of old mistakes,
Ignoring all the hearts it breaks.
The cycle turns, the darkness grows,
Reaping exactly what it sows.
How much pain must we endure?
Before we find a lasting cure?
It starts within, a change of heart,
To tear the cycle’s walls apart.