What will prove to be our big mistake?
Short-sighted arrogance, all for what sake?
Our families to ashes, our ambitions to dust
Our progeny in silence thinking "what about us?"
But don't forget, the dance of neglect,
The march for empowering prosperity,
The pain from loss and want for mere lucidity
Just maternal residue, and I was there too
And maybe so were you
When something is won it comes with sacrifice
It's there beneath the joy, the glory, and pride
And rarely it's acknowledged but in positive light
Consciously omitting the losers plight
But, don't, forget, the dance of neglect,
The craving for community that never was met,
The longing for status and the overture of regret
With no one to deter, pathetically unsure
Forgetting who they were