My fathers tread this path I tread
Upon hooks and thorns fastened on each solitude step
Pinched the soul and aches the strangers mind
Draining daily their outpouring blood
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Ancestral poems and narration often lead to some nostalgia! It is often scary at times! Nice work! ! !