It’s honorable to think of our future
Generations’ welfare; forefront lobotomy
We need, let loose the fissure their
Existence pressing down, it crushes me.
Welfare for Grandfathered finger painters.
Green-Peacers greedy for tomorrow
Saving the whales for slaughter later
Stop. It’s that which can’t be borrowed
Time. But what about our tears
Falling fast this very moment, ill,
Still waiting for self-same forbearers,
Father’s promises, and even prophets who
Regret some decisions forever.
So what, I say it’s only my forever.