Guilt and Innocence
Although we can’t change earthquakes
Or steer tornados
We are bending the earth to our will
And our sloppiness.
If we cried for all the conquest
And all the starvation
Everest would be submerged
And only dimly lit.
But we are here now
With media that is tired of yesterday’s story.
How does it help to dwell
On the sins of our grandfather’s fathers?
albi