Open Letter

My children how the world changes and all that we once dreamed of becomes a conciliatory compromise I and you in time we find to walk amongst their ruins in sad memories of those things to which we were inspired I had hoped for better for myself and grander opportunities for you in loving you that wish now turns its tether and ask me “ what was it you didn’t do ” did I not struggle to lay claim and in aspiration seek another world The world changes, yet it changes not and such slow deliverance relinquishes naught but reveals a lifetime of puppetry so I close my eyes and live only for today seek another way, my children find that on which you can grasp divest of all illusion and shrug off the burdens of a readily-boxed life For I feel in the bones of my soul the storm approaching amidst the tumult and the couldn’t care the gatherings of dissension smolders upon the air and mayhap drag us all willing or unwilling to some other unknown conclusion be prepared my children for life will not abide where life can no longer function Build all in love seek out your sisters and brotherhood wear some united banner and proclaim such willful endeavors to be your own lend a hand to the dreaming’s of someone of someone you have never known for we cannot stave off this inhumanity lest in heart to heart we stand in unity and face the hurricane to come How the world changes and in divisive block would fetter our generations to a noose and should you be called to arms still stand firm and never raise your hands in hate never bow or scrape and cling to your soul for in your love and in your freedom lays the worlds redemption A storm is coming my children it smolders upon the imprisoned air and life will not abide where life can no longer function