Tomorrow Is For The Old
Our parents in their youthful moment plundered our future; they took it from thieving whitemen and shared it amongst bent 'yesmen'. They borrowed Her grammar; the world applauded their ego, while countrymen wasted fellows on the streets that needed uniting. We are raised to bury their sins. Are we the wedge before their baying demons? Never mind, tomorrow is still for the old. 1st Oct., 2002