I remember it well, the days we were allowed to dream
My childhood was full of magical plans to become the next Princess Astronaut
who ruled the world on the back of a great whale
It didn’t matter what we dreamed so long as we did
The world was our oyster and claim it we did!
Generation upon generation of dream makers and dream seekers
Countless plans and endless chances
Blind to the truth, we had a whole life’s worth
There was no ticking clock except the rhythmic drum within our chests.
Classrooms were adrift on the dreams of its students
To travel the world, to write the next best seller or to be our Prime Minister
Who cares what we dreamed!
We were simply bursting at the seams!
Yet, we could not see the best before date
Scientists spoke of it, the Earth showed signs of it and still,
we turned a blind eye
The cost of Generation Dreamers
We paid the fee with our childrens’ futures
Blind to the fine print and fast rising charges
We continued as we were, hoping paper straws would do the trick
Yet, instead of in classrooms, our children are out on the street
Braving ridicule and contempt for the truth they speak
Signs held tight aloft in their fists
Asking how we dare!
Generation World Saviours
They are not allowed to dream the dreams we dreamed
All they can hope for is a tomorrow
To study the dinosaur and not the giraffe
To not fear the rising sea or the burning sun
To make plans for the future and have a family of their own
We charge them with continuing the human race on the gallows
And we, those who came before, we tightened the noose!
Before they can dream their own dreams of unlimited possibility
Our children demand we open our eyes
To step outside of ourselves long enough to help their cause
They may carry the banners but we must bring the charge
For we have failed them and we have failed Earth.
Now we must stand side by side
Generation Dreamers and Generation World Saviours
United in a singular dream
For our children, their children and for the entirety of mankind
The dream to save the world.
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Author:
Clara Ipsum (Pseudonym) (
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That dream to save the world is within most of us except those who can see money and power through letting the world die.
Andy
Well said my friend. Thanks for stopping by!
How vivid the picture your words paint in this re-cap of yesteryear when the world was our oyster and we all overflowed with plans for technology to take over the world and how sad the results - you verse it so well dear Clara and thank you for this solemn wake-up to a dangerous future which most certainly needs generation world-saviours.
Hi Fay, thank you very much for stopping by and commenting. I appreciate it.
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