Performed by Val Cole

Visual Design by Adam Bilyea

Produced by Matthew Toffolo

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POEM:

I’d almost forgotten
Those halcyon days
When sunlight shone
While children played
The softest breeze
Carried only tufts
Of dandelions on the wind

These days we hide
‘Neath metal prisons
Beyond which awaits
More dangerous stuff

Was it all worth our ancestors’ struggle
To win the day with nothing to show but rubble?

If I could go back to those happier times
When we took for granted our peace of mind
I like to think I’d warn against
Such foolishness, such naiveté, such ignorance

This ruined land, this is not peace
Try telling that to those deceased

All it took was one step, one threshold crossed
To curse future generations with crippling loss
So if you read these prophetic words
In a time before, when they might still be heard
Heed them, act, else it be too late
To avoid such a gruesome fate

Age has offered wisdom I can no longer use
You are our future, you are our hope
I beg you don’t waste it
May this final, desperate act aid you in what you choose

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