Lyric Poem · Childhood
"And the sins of the fathers shall be"
"And the sins of the fathers shall be
visited upon the heads of the children,
even unto the third and fourth
generation of them that hate me."
Well, then I hate thee, unrighteous picture;
Wicked image, I hate thee;
So, strike with thy vengeance
The heads of those little men
Who come blindly.
It will be a brave thing.
This poem is in the public domain.
“"And the sins of the fathers shall be"” by Stephen Crane — quilloak.com/poems/and-the-sins-of-the-fathers-shall-be
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