Conversation With a Young Person, Part Ii
“Engineers, surgeons…all the high stress jobs,
would anybody do that for twenty thousand?
They won’t, and society needs those people,
how would you even survive without them?”
I again hoped he would think about this,
instead the young man’s face just grew more red,
He said,”Fascist! I knew this was a mistake!”
Then fact away from the table he sped.
At first I wondered why God gave such passion
to people who were so incredibly dumb,
then sighed and was grateful I had this chance
to reach out and speak at least with this one.
Since a man can’t unhear something he’s told,
and the truth will plant unkillable seeds,
when that kids grows, and questions this nonsense,
the voice that he will be hearing is me.
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2020
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