Howl Imitation

Today

I see the best minds of my generation..

Strive to “make a dolla out of 15 cents” and fight to keep their heads up because they are good and believe in making a difference.

 

Settle on Park Avenue in twenty-thousand square ft. apartments (they don’t tip the people below) but never venture or visit the other side of Park Avenue because they are “unable to bridge the gap,” or they are at meeting with important people buying more control.

Who have lost their identity due to the treacherous, tangled, diabolical, demanding, unmerciful, unrelenting, web that has been woven.

Send our kids off to war, and when the soldiers return, they are never quite the same because of the horrors of war.

Who negotiate instead of retaliate because of the belief in freedom, individual expression and peace.

Who stand up and have faith even when everyone has failed him or her.

 
Succumb to a drug that turns them into monsters and leaves them for dead and who are the poster child for what not to do.

Set up plans to build bigger, better prisons that fill to the brim with patients and criminals locked up with the former being released with a weeks’ worth of meds and who doesn’t know how to maintain his or her illness and ends up setting fire to a random family home or business because it is a fact that there are aliens living there with evil plots that are a threat to the communities safety.

Who are without a mom, dad, sister, brother, friend, job, car, shoes, roof, or a safe neighborhood.

Who can sing, laugh, play, work, learn, love, and make wonderful wildflower bouquets.