Anything But Everything We Knew Poem by Old Teenage Poems

What we cannot grow
-on straight lines in our fields
is what we're about to away throw

What we cannot make
-in factories or laboratoriums
is what we every day see attempts to fake

What I cannot understand
-how we will ever explain to our grandchildren
is why we for risky short-term solutins took a stand

What is our excuse
-when we've killed the world and each other
who gave us the impression that we had anything but everything we knew to loose