We are in charge
But who among us
Have any ideas
Has any idea
Of the importance
Tomorrow could be
When progress ends
Where the road stops
When the kids play
But nobody works
Today we are tasked
With moving
Your sons and my daughters
Out of this place
Finally a new home
But who knows
Where this new land is
How far away it is
How close it is
From our grasp, to our hearts
I have been told
By Him I think
And at the least hope
That I am in charge
I am a happy retired child.
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