Shall we follow
In the footsteps of our fathers
Down roads bearing
No sign of life
Shall we stand
With empty hearts
And clutching hands
As they disappear before us
Into darkness
Shall we gaze upon ourselves
And our surroundings
And shrink at the sight
Of what fills our eyes…
A world void of color
Shall we follow
Even as they have followed
With shoulders broad and head high
In the pride of tradition…
While our hearts sink low
Time grants us
Only momentary leave
To consider
Shall we follow
In the footsteps of our fathers
Or shall we in hope, finally move…
For change
…Jeff Bresee