Sidi J. Mahtrow
Gen Lost - A Response To Mill Field's Poem - Poem by Sidi J. Mahtrow
Listen and you'll hear them
But they are far away and sight is dim.
So go forward toward the sound
And perhaps they will be found.
Look about and perhaps you'll see
it's possible you'll find out where they be.
Still no sight but the sound is loud
Could it be they are under a shroud?
Still the sound, but no sight,
Maybe a different sense will find them. Right?
Sense of smell is called into play
For sure they are here as the odor's say.
Near they are, so near they be
Perhaps you can touch them before they flee.
Yes, you know there are thousands
Or perhaps as you say millions,
Are all about by sound and smell, but sight and touch
Should reveal their presence. But that's too much.
Why did you not see them is the puzzle?
Could it be that they're invisible
Or perhaps they are not there after all
Just some visionaries' wakeup call.
The Gen Lost are not to appear
Yet they are everwhere.
This generation of men and women are all about
Their presence is obvious, have no doubt.
For they contribute to the hubris every day
As they work (or should I say, play?)
Consumers all! And an essential element
To the progress that's called: Government.
Mindless souls that have no substance
As they rely on other's presence.
So now we know there are millions - everwhere,
Living free, without a care.
And perhaps we are like them after all
As we contribute to society's fall.
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