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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