Poem: Forward
April 8, 2024
The forked tongue of the future lies ahead
Beckoning us forward. Advance! Progress!
Regardless of the perils and our dread
Of failure, ever onward must we tread.
And no matter how much we feel the stress,
The forked tongue of the future lies ahead.
And whether we fly the black flag or red,
The same indignations we must address
Regardless of the perils and our dread:
The starving masses, children barely fed;
And even for those who have even less
The forked tongue of the future lies ahead.
So throw away your doubts; let us instead
Rejoice in future’s coming, and impress —
Regardless of the perils and our dread —
Our generation’s mark. Let it be said
We lived, loved, built, and understood that, yes,
The forked tongue of the future lies ahead
Regardless of the perils and our dread.
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