In The Wrong Era Poem by Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk

In the Wrong Era
April 11,2008
As we stand at the edge of the sea with the winds off the ocean blowing through our hair, we know inside that we were supposed to be in a nobler time. A time now considered obsolete, primitive, hard. Yet, we long for the time of heroes and heroines, the time of great deeds done for all the people, by those of honor who were great in heart and mind.
Yet we were born in a time when deeds are not for all, but only the
few. We know inside that the world should have been more than this,
we know we should have been protectors of a bygone era. Now we must survive in a world we were not meant for. We must adapt to
something far more cruel than the past, which is known; we must
survive the future. The unknown may be so deadly. Will we survive?
We know, as the elements surround us, comfort us, and speak to us,
that we were meant for the diplomacies of the past, which were so
simple. Now we entangle ourselves to the point of near strangulation in complex 'politics'. How will we, those who feel the tug of that simple bygone era, survive this plague of cruelty called 'The 21st Century” that is ruled by the 'elite'?
We, with the souls of the ancients, must find a way.