They called us the Future
a little over a second, a minute over an hour ago,
They called us,
a little over day, a week over a month ago,
They called us,
a little over a year, decades over centuries ago,
They called us the future
Countrymen fertilized the soils with blood to grow our aspirations yet unborn
Fathers wiped their brows dry to wash our struggles
Mothers drained their milkpot to nourish our conciousness
and with fading strength they believed and called us
They called us the future
from the graves yonder, heads aswam with an ill shake
in the cancerous wind our mouth birth
with eyes wide open, and up-looking posterity gazes upon us
yet with conciense of failure do we now seek to shift blame and responsibility and call them THE FUTURE
yet they called us, and still from the grave yonder call us,
The Future