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Generation by David G. Gobberdiel

mine is to be the next great,
as every other in history has understood
itself
to be.

Do
  Love
Do What You Love

the helplessly optimistic
cycles of creed
which craft an opulent pessimism
of progress,
of life.

Do

the Greatest fought the great wars,
brought civility,
brought,

the pursuit. not the remedy.
not peace.

the Greatest bled,
the Greatest bled the world

but! for the Great Life.

silicon flowed
bullets churned
tank tracks marked the course
of global anointing.

Love

the children winced in shock.
across the horizon:
burnt fields,
butchered cultures,
liquidated people
filled the panoramic.

what was said:
culture jam. shake.
Rebel.

the Greatest knew negotiation,
no compromise.
economics killed love.
a subtle execution of tradition,
the vicarious fix.

the rebellion was over, its armies
moved West.
chemical lawns sprouted patio conversations and cigarettes over wartime banter.

Do What You Love

compromise.
born with the children,
born with me.
mine reverberates echoes, loving advice,
inevitable perpetuity.

did We have a choice?
None.

given the drive of doing and
a twist of American love,
mine instills happiness
via destitution,
meaning by unknowing.
mine speaks to betterment
of equality through peril.