Onward we shed our glance, and forward we press,
The old sombrely open doors to invite the new in.
And tall mirrors of the media scream at us to remember
"Lest we forget, lest we forget," but how can we forget?
When speed is life, and blood like water has spilled,
Shout goodbye to world war, goodbye to genocide,
Fallen politicians pollute collective emotions that sweep.
So we must whisper hello to insanity, hello to black gold,
Nimbly, not nobly do we face the roads of Robert Frost
Trying to improve the quality of societies already made hollow
While pretending otherworldly poverty and hunger precedes.
Can we envy those, those whose desires actually exist
When noise is too loud, haste too fast to go amidst?
I know. You know. They know, there will forever be
Some form of disparity, some crave that nags lacklusterly,
A taut string that shimmers, a piece of paper that flutters.
Hand-in-hand, blamelessly we trample the cloth of Yeats.
Yet we are all human. We eat, we have flesh, we defecate.
The evidence all around us, flowing through our fingers
Taints the blood of our sons, the blood of our daughters
Leaving individuals to hold on tightly as clouds roll in
And the storms coming will not break upon us gently
If memories of tomorrow are forgotten in today's pride
Where is the twentieth July, nineteen-sixtynine?
The last hundred years, mistakes and achievements
Stretching into nothingness. It's like Kansas sang in song
"All we are is dust in the wind."
