Bless the Lost Generation – Angelina McDonald

Bless their eyes for they have witnessed such great destruction,

Bless their hands for they have bled reaching for their dreams,

Bless their minds for they have advocated for a just democracy,

Bless their feet for they have toiled valiantly through distress,

Bless their hearts for they have smiled through their disappointment.

Looking at the past to understand their future,

they quickly assessed that perhaps those prior do not know better.

Forced to make gold from their inheritances of ruin,

they continue to charge forward with skepticism gird around their loins silently awaiting the other shoe to drop. It always does. 

They never got to enjoy the carelessness that accompanied youth.

A somber tune goes out to a generation robbed of the most basic of life’s pleasures.

Yet, in the face of tragedy they sing,

“Nevertheless, let us not feel sorry for ourselves. Forward, still, because the earth continues to spin.”

One hand rests on the curve of my waist

The other hand I’ve pulled and displaced

No more than a friend

Can he comprehend

That by him my ass should not be traced