Inheritance

we are leaving disease,

we are leaving cures,

we are leaving dead leaves,

we are leaving death, for sure.

 

how will they know what they want,

if all they know, is all that we've left?

 

computer chips, virtual sex,

games more real, than life is-

a history, in which,they have no interest,

and shredding machines that erase.

 

how will they know, what once was,

if all they know, is only what now is?

 

no more need to go outside,

the end of outdoor sports,

better get used to being indoors;

running out of places to hide.

 

progress is armed with a gun,

pressed into our backs,

pushing us forward, making us,

make this long trek.

 

I guess what it is they inherit,

is the ability

to make our generation's movies,

into their reality.

 

I just hope they don't forget to feel.