Classic Poem

Are they sleepwalkers?
Look at them all
Silhouetted there
In a long line
Grandfather father son grandson
Each with his arms stretched out in front
Trudging along
One behind the other
In single file
To the cliff edge.

Look at your lineage.
Your father pushing your grandfather
Over the cliff edge
And you pushing your father
Over the cliff edge
And the long line
Still plodding on
Each man's hands in his father's back
And look, that's you
Up there now
At the front of the queue.











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