I wanted to tell you I’m sorry,
But not for the things that you think.
I know you blame our generation,
For pushing us to the brink.
Please don’t misunderstand me,
I know we’ve made a mess.
But you’ve been fed an agenda of lies,
To cause you great distress.
I wanted to tell you I’m grateful,
That we’ve got so many who care.
But please don’t let that passion,
Drive you to despair.
Before you rush to judge us,
Please learn how to think, not what.
And then maybe together,
We can reverse the rot.
I wanted to tell you you’re special,
You’re all born with unique gifts.
Focus on bringing them into the world,
Not widening the rift.
For your exceptionality,
Will be measured in your deeds.
And not the labels you absorb,
Which serve only to deceive.
I wanted to tell you I’m sorry,
For not bolstering or warning you.
But we were fooled in similar ways,
We’re just figuring that out too.
Don’t play into their hands of sin,
Our arms are open, waiting.
We’ll do what we were born to do,
And undo all the hating.
Bart 23
