Tradition suggests acknowledge ourselves
In scheme, our spiritual karma wanes,
Like to believe that humanity delves
Where love in peace speaks hopeful gains.
Wild abandon ills principled decline
In our children’s eyes we extinguish fire,
That reckoning once spoke roses and whine
Today, private anguish will less inspire.
Young minds of tomorrow whose direction
We ask to maintain, we demand they thrive
While daily shattered streams are solution.
Sweet anxiety, media minds strive.
In a world, in a place, in a vacuum
Pretense is doomed if we choose to presume.