Of Gaping Generation
Of the first defiance and deed of the child
That looks to her mother tiny and mild
Carries the seed of the change in the order
Change in the Nature a change in border
Between the young and that of old
‘you cannot buy back what you’ve sold’
The right of your property, right of your right
Right of your ideas, right of your might
They call it sharing
Sharing or shearing
Age makes difference
Up goes the plate with the name of the son
Down goes the one with the father’s name.
The house is the same
The rooms made the difference.
Territory is lost by the father to his son
Who regales his friends with laughter abound
The dwarfed father goes underground
He sulks in the corner like
Sulking and cursing and counting his days.
Call it what you may,
Gaping generation?
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