it’s a strange world in which i live,
the fruits of a cultural rebellion.
the perpetrators would no doubt cringe
at this choice of words –
“Revolution,” they would attempt to correct.
“we liberated the human mind.”
but i can see past their self-important claim.
i was not alive to watch
as the wise and dignified flag of academia was violently divorced
from its proud, long-fought
and trampled underfoot
by those who would hoist the new
cloth of childish insolence.
of a misguided collective of individual clones,
hell-bent on drowning out the battle-hardened, even voice of experience
with the clamour of their unified disparity.
but it is i and my brethren that suffer the consequences.
through the cruel subversion of his father’s work.
we exhaust ourselves trying not to be dumped
by the wave we are riding
as the next big one rolls in behind to supplant it.
we tear down that which our elders have built
foundations and all
and we fool ourselves into thinking we are the great achievers
as we watch, with misplaced pride,
our own building grow taller.
to callously make room for their own toy tower.
from generation to generation.
and grew – building on that which we knew
they are faster
and more intelligent than their predecessors,
reinventing the wheel thrice as often as the passing of Halley: