We turn a deaf ear
as they live with the pain
of those who we cancel
with biting disdain
Unable to rise
above selfish intent
with opioid bias
our progeny bent
Pontification
colors the flow
young ears once thought distant
to reap what we sow
The world as we leave it
our tracks in the sand
forever to haunt us
—as children disband
(Radnor Pennsylvania: December,2021)
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