Oh how alive we look in our weary gait.
The decay is youthful innocence!
Trouble us not as we trudge on,
For we fulfill some higher calling.
You may humanize capitalism, war, and triumph,
And the hopes, setbacks, and endeavors,
Of politics, science, and culture.
Yet forget not this generation!
For we deserve your humanizing.
We are the walking dead,
And we are whom you inherit.
So slowly we trudge on,
Waiting for your humanity.
