| Legacy |
[15 Jun 2008|08:05am] |
Hope hangs limply
within a translucent IV bag
inanimately waiting;
a forgotten transfusion,
while fear bubbles in a superheated spoon
eager for the suck of a syringe
and the plunge of a junkies thumb.
The have-nots are gaining mass
and losing ground
while the haves are surgically
widening the gap
and preserving their wealth
with petrification
and chemical solutions.
It’s not about to suddenly right itself.
Man never sees the impending
thing that will later be dubbed disaster,
never imagines itself upon the cusp
of something tragic about to occur,
but excels at turning it to solemn record after
to whose lessons we’ll never defer.
Six point seven billion individual experiences,
six point seven billion hopes, fears, flaws
and separate pleas I must make
on behalf of my daughters
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