We are the diseased generation

blown apart

by those who sought to destroy

the revolution, who told us our ideals

were wrong, who told us we could not,

under any circumstances, be allowed

to live a life unoccupied by the thought

of the bullet and the bomb,

of the starving masses knocking

at the door, of propaganda bitten chewed,

enshrined and made law, offered on a rusty

plate, bacteria hiding, syringed

into each delicate flower adorning

the rim and scraped clean, licked spotless