what will prove to be our big mistake?short sighted arrogance all for what sake?our families to ashes, our ambition to dustour progeny in silence thinking « what about us? »but don’t forget the dance of neglectthe march for empowering prosperitythe pain from loss and want for mere lucidityjust maternal residue, and I was there tooand maybe so were youwhen something is won it comes with sacrificeit’s there beneath the joy, the glory and priderarely it’s acknowledged but in positive lightconsciously omitting the losers’ plightbut don’t forget the dance of neglectthe craving for community that never was metthe longing for status and the overture of regretwith no one to deter, pathetically unsureforgetting who they werejust maternal residue, and I was there tooand maybe so were you