The Voice of Appreciation
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THE VOICE OF APPRECIATION
FROM MY ROOF GARDEN. PICTURE TAKEN BY ME. (C)
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.
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I remember
When all of you, on your lips my name had
When:
Children constantly appreciated what
Their parents for them were doing
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Students were thankful for what their
Teachers were teaching
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Citizens grateful were for what their
State for them was providing
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People thanksgivings were offering to
God and nature alike for taking care of
Their needs
And that
Statues were erected everywhere in my honor.
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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
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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!
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© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 July 2016
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Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2016
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