There is no clear distinction

Between this "new generation" & "ours"-

Even the nomenclature is sophomoric-

Naive beyond reason.

There is no demarcation line

Between generations.

Rather a gradual shift of attitudes & aptitudes

Which vacillate over time-

Given a war, revolution, or collapse of order.

All values modified during a crisis

Revert to type as stasis ensues-

Yet modified by the stress

As would an organic system-

Say a human, subjected to unforeseen duress.

We rotate on a sunny plateau.

Morning sun. A family duo

Seeing through all the difficulties-

Whenever they arise.

A logical sequence is pursued

And peace is renewed.

On the macro-scale of indifference

A government is proposed

But not completed.

We are grateful for the past

And impatient for a better future.

We are the have-nots of America-

Awaiting our day in the sun-

Unsure that our genes, as modified,

Are sufficient to cross the divide

Between survival & elation

Between momentary & long duration

And thus we are eternally unsure-

Yet hopeful, and in that we endure.