We know
That the aged complain
Like overused joints
Shredded beneath work’s weight.
That politicians argue
In ceaseless circles
Because “we tried that once before”
And the world grinds on
Buried like the dead
in the knowledge of history.

Only the young lead revolutions
Having learned nothing
Of the value of
Having learned nothing.
Only the young change the world
In meaningful ways
Through blood-soaked nights
Toward sunnier days