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Author Name: Freeredsea_greysky 1 Comments
Date Added: January 03, 2012 05:01:40 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Free Verse
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Envy

 

I envy that generation whom

Returned from Europe to a new America.

A generation whose

Clothes of optimism and hope were torn off with

Claws of decay and decline.

A generation who stood naked and shattered,

Quivering hand straining for support,

Only to find rusted shards of machinery.

A generation expected to lift itself up by bloody bootstraps,

Look past horrors of modern war,

Ignore the emotional and social desert,

Frolic in infertility.

 

I envy that group who

First tasted mustard gas.

I envy that group who

Scattered like pollen from the flower and

Never came to rest in fertile ground.

I envy that group of Americans who

Lost their identity,

Their sanity,

Their feelings.

That group who returned home,

Unable to speak,

Unable to walk;

Crippled by the barbed wire middles,

The ironclad monsters,

The magmatic fields of fire and steel.

That group who entered the waste land and

Returned home wasted and dead.

 

I envy that group of Americans,

Not for their glory;

A glory that has scurried under desert sands

And hidden from the scorching sun.

I envy them nor for their love;

A love that has not died, but now looks inward.

 

This jealousy that burns my heart

Like the embers on German fields,

Does not stem from their unwavering patriotism, nor

their trust in one another, nor

their nave faith which

Has since been placed in coffins, nailed shut, and buried.

 

            I envy the Lost Generation not for these reasons.

            Nor any so bold.

            I envy the Lost Generation for their name. 

 

Author's Notes:
My generation
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeAlistair Muir on January 3, 2012 12:35:11 PM Report
Inspirational words and a remarkable piece.  Enjoyed very much the graphic references to war.  Great write



Alistair





 


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