Oh You Kids! Poem by grace mariner

Children of the greatest generation raised in fear.
Oh how that empty saddle with the backwards stirrups whispered to me...
you are not safe here.
New crayons and Tom and the Apple Cart.
35 cents for lunch and a milk token.
Childhood interrupted to duck and cover in the hallway.
You are not safe here.
The red Chinese hide behind an iron curtain in a radio free Europe!
You were warned...
you are not safe here.
Body counts, body bags, a lottery, a draft.
Go ahead and cry little sister 'cause brother,
you are not safe here!
Beautiful images of the enlightened age...
megaton mushrooms rising whisper,
you are not safe here.
Doomsday prophecy, end of days, dazed and confused, vacant skylines.
The summer corn tried to warn me.
The lightening bugs signaled SOS
You're on the endangered list girl 'cause.
you sure as hell aint safe here!