you are in the audience
blinded by spotlights
unable to see or hear
the shuffling of feet
the building of sets
the sewing of costumes
the work behind
darkly hidden velvet
if you could blink
if you could block out the light
you might for one moment
see the tiny fingers
working so hard
wrapping around the rope
pulling the curtain back
for a show incomparable
to the one on stage.
it’s another event
at the school of selfish parenting
teachers with microphones
can’t control
the stream of camera-ready vultures
clogging up the aisles
standing in front of the spotlight
chatting away in ignorance
as our tiny children
march across the stage
in caps and gowns
sing their off-key serenading songs
that we will neither see nor hear
thanks to our entitled generation.
we are not the enemy
despite your entitled beliefs
and no matter how many times
you twist this knife in our backs
who will be here tomorrow
when yours are gone?
we will
we are not the enemy
despite your entitled beliefs
and no matter how many times
you draw your dagger-ish words
to dig into the work we do for them
(for you), who will be here tomorrow
when you are gone?
we will
We are not the enemy
despite your entitled beliefs
and no matter how many times
you pull the mask of ignorance
over your (their) eyes,
who will be here tomorrow
to pull it off, to shed the light,
when you (they) are gone?
We will!
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