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(Poetry) The Tragedy of Generations

The Tragedy Of Generations

 

Take me in your hands

And use me if that’s all you need,

I’m not about to start complaining.

You don’t have to worry

I’m not going to spoil your fantasy,

We all have our dreams.

Seduce me.

I was already yours.

I don’t need to play in my dreams,

I was corrupted long before.

You don’t have to throw me glimpses

To tempt me on your path,

I was already walking towards you

Like all the fools before me

And all the fools to come.

I know I’m not learning anything new,

That hasn’t been experienced before

By a hundred generations

Who can’t beat a revolution,

Who can’t stop what’s to come.

Use me as you want to

As I come to realise

That I’m nothing special to you,

That you’ve done this a million times.

And I could be wearing any face.

And I could own any name.

But I’m too caught up in you

To act on the truth I know.

And that’s my tragedy

As I take part in your show.

 

THE TRAGEDY OF GENERATIONS

By A R J Abranson

16-03-94/22:23

(Taken from 'This Graveyard Heart')

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tooth_fairy
Oct. 19th, 2004 12:04 am (UTC)
Another excellent poem Mr Abranson, groovy :)
mundenlogic
Mar. 19th, 2005 01:57 am (UTC)
ooooh that hits home x x
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