And the thing I kept thinking was
Maybe we were all a selfish generation
Maybe we hated the thing so much
That it was all we thought about
Until we became it
What if
Every person of hope
Every person championing the minority
Every voice
Every poet
Every glimmer of hope?
Was taken from us?
Not changed
Not enlightened
Not quitting
But taken
Right before our eyes ,
Our parents experienced that
Our grandparents lived through two world wars and a depression
Our parents, Vietnam
dying presidents and civil rights leaders
And crashing unions
We acted like we were the first to experience pain and heart ache
Every generation has to face loss
It’s always up to us and only us
In how we choose to deal with these things….
And we were growing up
And our children were watching us
And listening to us
I kept thinking ….

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