The ones who walk away from us tread heavy
shoes with light hearts; there is a track they left
into darkness. I walk to look but not to see,
blinkers on, for the vision of the future
they do see is now my greatest enemy,
filling horizon wide futures with no
reprieve for time well spent learning half-truth
history doomed to new repeating as we
push our stone in their tracks, bear their mistakes
like albatross best pinned to glittering
chests o’er fluttering breast let they that walk behind
swell our ranks let us hope they can see wider skies
let them be greater than we, wiser than we
Take this stone burden from our heavy brows,
we were too few to change the path, but hold
bright to some weighted pendulum of hope
They will not forgive us for what we could not do,
we are too few, yet they will not forget
as we walk away into twilight in our turn