The Gift

I see a world of wonder corrupted by us folk;

I see what we’ve created and wish it was a joke.

But deep inside I see some sinister intent;

a world somehow determined to go against what’s meant.

I think my generation does really need to live

so we can see the gift to our children we did give.

About a foolhardy florilegium

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