Dead Workmen Don’t Retire
By: Rodolfo Perez
We are the first of the last,
The forlorn workmen of a shunned generation.
We are the reason there is hate,
And the reason there is the love to hate.
We are the depressed,
The false witnesses,
And the stubborn.
Our skies are the Final frontier,
And we are The Cowboys.
But what are we to do, beyond wonder?
Are we to tame this seemingly untamable jungle of chaos?
Or are we to be simple slaves to the chaos, eventually adopting its ways?
We don’t know,
And We don’t wish to think of this for now.