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Descent of the People
by Annie T.
Free Verse

A quieted, rejected conscience mourns.
“Turn that racket down” they say
That Chopin on tape.
Awkward moments by the stereo
As I indulge and another dies.
Morals repressed by the generation of today.
"Heaven-"
Outspoken by death.
And the virgin who says she is, is scorned.
How dare she be (how they say?) traditional?
How dare she announce her ways
As if she’s holier than others.
Let there be an Anti-Valentine’s Day,
(Come buy your Anti-Valentine’s Day cards!)
There always is.
But also let there be a Valentine’s Day,
(Come buy your Valentine’s Day chocolates!)
Valentine’s by itself.
The television blasts its progressiveness
Praises the open-minded, modern, empathetic new people,
Ah, the pendulum has swung.
“Love all!” they say,
(But kill those that oppose) they mutter.
“Accept all ways!” they say,
But hush those that are (how they say?) old generation.
Their mosaic is beautiful,
Now that the white pieces have been cut out.
Cyber generation,
I am of thee
But you have purged yourself of me.