My Generation

My generation, in it’s time,

stood for freedom – made it a crime.  

We called for peace to come at last,

then locked that dream far in our past.

We stand now looking at world’s end;

what gift to the children do we send?

The legacy we leave behind,

is that what we want our kids to find,

where freedom’s just the vaguest thought,

hid by the new way that we brought?

We administer now the coup de grace

to show that we’ve regressed so far

into the future, like the past

our witch hunts now are coming fast.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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