Visceral Poem by shimon weinroth

my molecules drawn into the fray
and hormones coursing throughout,
my mind seeped in adrenalin
seduced by ideals, call out to act

youth says I am too old
too tired to aspire to change
the trend of current thought,
old man get out of the way

what would you know of today
you've had your chance
the dance of life is over
it's our turn for new dreams

right all wrongs,
your generation allowed
go dry out in smog and soggy pastures
vegetate on social welfare and in security

too many of your kind
are still in power
I could not help but agree,
But I am different-