Aging fingers grasp at the past
While winds of change buffet them at every turn.
Quiescence is unnatural,
Steamrolling those that refuse to align.
Each generation flavors their water,
Drinking from the fountain of their creation;
Shaping the new world in the vision of the time.
Neither we nor our Constitution were meant to be stagnant,
Fluidity is what protects us, what progresses us.
We must put aside our antiquated notions of the past,
For as society evolves, we too are obliged to evolve,
Lest we die as a nation and as a people.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~