The Voice of Appreciation

My dearest troubled humans, This is the bitter voice of Appreciation of old that You are hearing The one that, once upon a time, people much revered But The younger generations seem not even to know My name. - I remember When all of you, on your lips my name had When: Children constantly appreciated what Their parents for them were doing - Students were thankful for what their Teachers were teaching - Citizens grateful were for what their State for them was providing - People thanksgivings were offering to God and nature alike for taking care of Their needs And that Statues were erected everywhere in my honor. - Now, my name, As though forbidden to be pronounced, Obliterated from your memory appears to be Thus Each one of you only to himself gives credit Forgetting that Without the contributions of those that came before you, Yourselves wild animals would be, Lacking language, sciences, and numbers, Just ignorant brutes striving in the wilderness to Survive - Beware, My beloved humans, For If the road of ingratitude you keep following for long, Sooner or later, Back into the wilderness, your egotistic selves, Inescapably you will find! - - © Demetrios Trifiatis 30 July 2016 -