What will prove to be our big mistake?
Short-sighted arrogance all for what sake?
Our families to ashes, our ambitions to dust,
Our progeny in silence thinking "what about us?"

But don't forget the dance of neglect,
The march for empowering prosperity,
The pain from loss and want for mere lucidity.
Just maternal residue, and I was there too,
And maybe so were you.

When something is won, it comes with sacrifice.
It's there beneath the joy, the glory and pride,
And rarely it's acknowledged but in positive light
Consciously omitting the losers' plight.

But don't forget the dance of neglect,
The craving for community that never was met,
The longing for status and the overture of regret.
With no one to deter, pathetically unsure,
Forgetting who they were.

Just maternal residue, and I was there too,
And maybe so were you.