No Worries For Tomorrow

To the flowers that never get hold of turgidity Even with the morning dew Its faded petals once enjoyed a bright youth It lived, while it had to and forgot of the later rains Hurry! To the single moms, formerly “slay queens” They spent their all to the seductive Swag hood, Fools Get old to get wiser, sorry for the principle, You are not to blame To the future we will never participate I cry for your fate, we never thought you were real We robbed your generation, and created a chasm between We were living our destiny so we stand corrected Quixotically we planned your present, So long as it filled the pocket of the absurd torch bearers Its sustainability didn’t matter, not to them We are sorry that you will still be submissive to neocolonialism Get old to get wiser, I guess there are exceptions