tomorrow belongs to me
fiction
edward w pritchard
Who are they and where are they hiding? Are they our youth. Or the young somewhere else. What voice will they hear and choose to follow to bring about change?
Too many elderly here. Clinging to the past. Afraid of change. The young won't choose the existing options. Something drastic will be needed for them.
Lower your eyes. The new order isn't for you. Stay out of the way and you won't get hurt. Just don't try to stop it. Tomorrow belongs to me. Arise, Arise
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