We are the children of the sun and the stars.
We are the children of the hippies,
who were strung out on peace and love,
and heroin when they conceived us.
We are the children of alcoholics,
We are the children of the punk rockers,
screwed into this world on beer and anger.
We are the children of the poor,
raised on welfare and food stamps,
We are the children of the middle class,
borrowing from the government,
to get an education, to get a job with a pension
from Corporate America who has already fired
our fathers and mothers, before they could retire.
We are the children of the rich,
who like our fathers and mothers , before us,
care only about obtaining more wealth.
We are the children of the doctors, dentists,
and lawyers who care more about their Porsches,
and their Mercedes than they do their patients.
We are the children of the American dream,
roaming the streets with a blanket,
and a garbage bag full of aluminum cans.
We are the children, who now have the children,
and we hope they won’t learn racism from us
like we learned it from our moms and dads.
We are the children, who can change the inevitable,
alter our destiny, change the future from futile to fruitful.
Mikel K was recently voted Best Poet in the city of Atlanta three years in a row by the Atlanta weekly, Creative Loafing. His new book of poems, “Please Allow Me To Introduce Myself,” is availabe at Pski’s Porch Publishing. K has also written a stunning memoir called, “The Delivery Guy,” available at http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/mikelkpoet