We are embroiled with the sins of our elders;

Left to inherit a world half-scorched, half rotten.

It has come time to assign responsibility to our ancestors.

That is if we are to take our own seriously; lest we too be forgotten.

 

By virtue of the unknown we shall make our own mistakes.

There’s an ever present absence also in our midst.

We may be malign and ripe with spite. Our hearts make ache,

But we shall not let such scorn or sorrow spoil what is in our pit.

 

The burned will be nourishing to what grows in its place.

What has wasted away by idleness and sullied with disease

Will make more resolute and proactive those of us who chase

After the beautiful, the righteous, and the truth of reality.

 

29 September 2017