What We Fought For
“Great men” lead a conquest against Earth itself
I was young, but now I’m old. I’m a hundred stories told Of great men who ran the world Ragged, forsaken, and cold. The great men slayed sea-titans, And sloughed off their icy skins, Then poured grease into their seas, And killed their last-of-kin. Said they fought the world and won Treasures they’d pass onto their sons. But when they died, we were young And we found no world to run. It was never for their sons. By the knolls, we know it's true. Passed to each and ev'ry one, One inheritance: "undo." I was young– they made me old, I’m a hundred stories told, Of dead men whose only goal Was more gold, more gold, more gold!
Well, it’s simple. We were writing poem starters in the Earth Day Poem workshop, I came up with one phrase and I couldn’t leave it at that!
Marla Bingcang, class of 2023, chained and locked to the Chicagoland Area, is proud to say that she can read. She can also hold a pen, in a very similar way to how a squid would. When she isn't writing, she likes to sacrifice her spine to the Lord of Computer Games. (He can never be satisfied.)