My parents are wrong
They bought lands
Built houses
Expanded their territories
Saved money
Sent all of us to school
They sacrificed a lot
Lived miserable lives
Lived as misers
For our future
Look at us now
We sell these lands
We sell these houses
We squander money
We were never educated
We give away these vast fields
We do not care
And worst we are ungrateful
We think ill of them
We think they were greedy
We think they were land grabbers
We do not want to wear their family names
We do not want to be like them
We are us, the next generation of their consciences
Lazarus is heard speaking in tongues.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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