Oh, what a shame
As we break into our mind breaking practices
Hapless admonishes and conflicting realities
We indeed have substituted community for society…
They take the brunt
The exclusive suffering becomes the all inclusive suffering
Children of every years and infants of feather ages
They evolve to become the sages
Ask yourself, is the struggle of being birthed worth it?
Their lives have been genetically highlighted before conception
The whole of it
And we ruined all the fun in growing up to become wiser
Kids deserve more
Forget poetry and rhetoric
You don’t falter even in the simplest of tongues, the basest of emotions, the inspiration of inclusion
Give them a chance to engage life as a journey, not war
For even through the battles, the journey is never lost if the pilgrim forges on.
Say what you can and what you want kids
You’re the only investment our generation has to contribute to life and existence.
I have dreams of the day my descendants will wonder and ask wide eyed:
“So, you actually sat in cars to get to places in your time old timer?”
“You mean you never used the chip that telepaths you to your destination in an instant?”
A little kid in limbo…