Inheritance

His very first cry

Was in the in the name of his mother,
Who died before seeing
The son that she bore.
A child of desire
Lacking sister or brother,
An anonymous father –
The son of a whore.

His very first words

Were the words of his father
Who died before living
Beneath his own hand.
A man of the past
And a child of the future
With the need for affection
Yet a death wish on man.

His very first crime

Made him king of existence
By challenging life
With a death of his own.
Escaping the law
With a murderous persistence,
He lived the same life
His father had known.

After killing young whores

Who sold sex to the aged,
He stole his own life
Like his father before him.
What cruel legacy
Our parents left
That we must grow
In the image of them.