Mission Statement
What does it mean
‘inherit the world’
To receive on a silver platter
Our parent’s throwaways
Mountains of Styrofoam
Drenched with acid rain
Soon the only trees will be
On display in glass cases
‘Take this world and make it better’
They throw us the torch
But the flame is gone
Already extinguished
They want us to revolutionize
To recreate the fervor or the sixties
But don’t they realize –
We are the same as them.
We will smoke ourselves
Into a stupor
We will lose our
Youthful optimism
And sell out, drive miatas
Look to our children
As a means to our salvation
How can you change a world
Caught in a cycle of
Vision fading into desire
It is an impossible challenge
To slow the disintegration of
Our revolving orb –
To make the world a better place,
For our children,
But
I am full of youth and vigor
I have boundless, groundless faith
I will take up the torch
And relight it
I will finish what I start.
Death will be the only obstacle
I will not overcome.
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