Bechere youth!

You are the memory that haunts us, days

In days out, reminding us of our own bygone ways.

Yet, no more can we fill the void of your place

In life, than can we direct the stars in space.

No, it is not possible to harness your energy, nor

Would we want to cage your vision, wherefore,

Enlighten us with your everchanging truth!

You have been made the keepers of our illusive destinies,

Rushed to illegitimate wars when profitable officials beckon

Ready and willing to fill the sun-baked, uncaring streets

With fists raised high as has your tension.

Are you apt to lead and to succeed,

Or are your plans entangled within their own creation?