"
in life
some of us were hermit philosophers
some of us joined the youth in marches

in theory
we left our mark in moving sand
we walked a barren wasteland

like you, we saw the world crumbling
but when others despaired
bereft of hope
averted their eyes
from what humans had done
we gazed far into the abyss
we did not hate, we theorized

like you, we saw the world evolve
but when aged paradigms failed
as ideas of old were led astray
as all succumbed to chaotic change
and people turned to masses
we critically advised
we spoke of the era of the spectacle

now we are gone
who will stand strong
with feet on the ground
with eyes looking down
against all shouldered giants?

"