Our children

Children raised for higher purpose
beings of the greater world
life—
held in our palm
dictated by a faceless voice
when deathly hollows wait
below
to gather the refuse
debris
of a lesser child
we will weep
and ponder
retrace the steps we took
and those before us took
to get to where we are now
and hope it’s not too late
our protest not in vain
when we know
inevitably —
it is
it was
and it forever this way shall be