Photo: CA Hawthorne

Photo: CA Hawthorne

In many ways I’m still that child
who came later and walked in the wake,
who watched hippies become yuppies,
who watched free spirits
become bitter old people spewing hate.

Many accuse, call me a child…
I don’t understand the reality I should heed.
I understand when stock options come before people.
I understand my Me generation
forgetting there’s no We in corruption and greed.

No, not Everyone is to blame, says, the child,
true realists recognize humanity comes first.
True realists know a legacy is for all children.
True realists can dream a dream
where the planet bequeathed isn’t dying of thirst.

©December 2015, Christina Anne Hawthorne

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