A Call to Restoration
Riding torrents of mutation,
A promise of hope
stunted, beacon extinguished,
Minds unmade,
dreams unending,
Never to follow,
prevented from leading.
An inverted
pyramid emerges,
The ancient youth
of inexperience prevails,
Past the hour of enlightenment,
The first follows
the last leads.
Back to the
ancient tree,
Take what is ripe, leave what is not, discard the rotten,
Eat of its
succulent fruit,
A prescription
ascribed, a way forward.
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