Times
Once upon a time, settlers came to this land.
They drove out the occupants that were there.
They hacked out an existence and an economy.
They started operations like fish hatcheries,
shoe stores, butchers shops, and the like..
They tamed a new world for their kids.
Their kids struggled to cope in this world,
Pulled together from ancient religions,
A mishmash of beliefs under twin banners,
Capitalism and Freedom forever.
The kids went to war, and some made it back.
They raised up a generation used to modernity;
Electricity and automobiles and telephones;
But they had to endure, too.
A depression and a war later, their kids were born.
These kids had a new playground:
The entire civilized world.
This generation made colorful patterns ,
Started unique boutiques, challenged status quo.
The world changed again.
Their kids are mostly wedded to technology.
All except the ones who want to tear everything
Down and start over. Why?
There is no accounting for human nature.
At our heart we are still stupid apes,
playing with shiny objects,
until we get hungry and start fighting.
Some things just never change.
