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Saturday, December 27, 2014

Eric Wattree's "One For Boomer"

Eric Wattree friend of the TPI, prose and poetry

The Wattree Chronicle

DEDICATED TO THE PROPOSITION THAT MAN'S INNATE THIRST FOR KNOWLEDGE WILL SOMEDAY OVERWHELM HIS PASSIONATE LUST FOR STUPIDITY


2011

THE ENLIGHTENED GENERATION
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The generation that came up during the 50s and 60s will forever be remember as the "ENLIGHTENED GENERATION," so we’ve got to educate the young people of this nation to follow in our footsteps while we're still around. Because we were special. The world had never seen anything like us, and for the most part, the nation still reflects just how special we were. We were just idealistic kids, but we got it right. We embraced knowledge, educated ourselves, and then demanded that this nation adhere to the values that it professed to hold dear. Even this nation’s founding fathers found it expedient to comprise some of their values, but we didn’t compromise even one, and the fact that this nation elected its first Black president, a mere fifty years after Black people were being attacked by police dogs for exercising the simple right to sit at public lunch counters, will forever stand as a monument to the astounding impact that we’ve had on this nation.
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But as we’ve aged, and our numbers have began to diminish, the nation, and the world, has began to backslide. The brutal attack that's currently being waged on the nation's educational system, and has been ongoing for the passed thirty years, is in direct response to who we were, and who we remain to be. We hold the distinction of bringing America closer to what it professes to be than any generation in the history of this country, so WE are the generation that rabid conservatives are doing their very best to ensure never arises again. So we must do our best to see to it that our legacy lives on. It is essential that when we leave this Earth, that we leave our spirit behind - we owe to the nation, we owe it to our children, and we owe it to our passionate brothers and sisters who are now in the wind. That is my life’s mission, and that should be the mission of ALL of us who are still around. We must muster the strength to come together for one final rally against those who are out to destroy our way of life.
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We may no longer have the vigor that we once had, but we still have the passion, and even more knowledge. So as we prepare to leave the stage, let’s remind these chumps what we’re made of.


Beneath the Spin * Eric L. Wattree

ONE FOR BOOMER

Receding hairline, failing vision,
hair now turning grey,
an aging boomer in final protest,
Father Time his foe this day.

Donning his headband, tie-dyed jeans,
and scorched draft card of protests past,
he set out for one last battle,
as in his youth that had quietly passed.

Ode to an aging Boomer,
a different kind of man;
colleagues all now in the wind,
as he makes his final stand.

But he found no placards or the sound of Trane,
no passionate speeches in the gentle rain,
no pretty girls wearing mini skirts,
and no solemn guards on pig alert.

All he found was a new America,
and more freedom across this land;
the fruit of his struggle
for women's equality,
and the rights of his fellow man.

He found Martin, Chavez, and Malcolm X,
all standing by his side;
He found Thomas Jefferson
and all his forefathers
beaming down with pride.

He found minority children across this land
whose reach now exceed their grasp;
He found Jim Crow angrily cursing him,
as he took his final gasp.

He found pride as an aging boomer,
more hero, than common man;
He found a quirky old fart embraced by history,
for having the courage to take a stand.

Alone, an aging Boomer,
fellow travelers now in the wind;
but once again he limps to his trench,
to defend his fellow man.
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