Can'T See Utopia Because Of The Myopia Poem by Sonny Rainshine

It’s hard. It’s hard to see the hardship
that arises when we neglect the signs.
When we can read only what’s before us
and not between the lines.

It’s easy. It’s easy to procrastinate to ease
the heaviness of our guilt,
in knowing that those who come after us
will live in the chaos we have built.

So many of our problems today are probably
the result of the past generations’ failure to connect,
to understand that nothing can be left to chance
and that all things intersect.

Can we flash lies into the eyes of children,
claiming that their assigned time here on earth,
is just as important as ours
and full of meaning and worth.

Yes, it’s hard to envision
a future we will not be here to see.
But each generation is beholden to the one before,
and that would be you and me.