I won't be like you


Each generation hath its share of woes
that its priors simply can't comprehend
belittled, trivialized, looked down upon
with fake civility both doth contend

The mistakes of our fathers, We shall never repeat
The sons and daughters emphatically vow
Until they experience this thing called life
and before this monstrosity then bow

Before long on familiar grounds they fight
with their enlightened offspring
"I don’t ever want to be like you", they say
But we know that won't be happening!

The End

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