I have read many lamentations from the Generation known as “X,” and ‘Boomer’, and so on. Their mighty and legendary deeds are inscribed on facebook and other social media for all to see. Tis a most worthy homage to bygone eras.

Here is my own contribution to this noble and honorable art form.

A LAMENTATION FROM A LOST GENERATION

We are a generation that shall never return.

That had no fancy phones to entertain us.

Who went entire days and sometimes weeks or months with no parental supervision.

And foraged for food instead of waiting for mom to make it.

We crafted our own toys out of whatever rough materials were handy, instead of buying everything on amazon.

A generation that walked everywhere, without the need for extravagant inventions like the wheel.

That went sometimes for days or weeks without food.

And settled differences like children should, with sharpened sticks and blunt objects and clubs and slingshots until one of us left the arena in disgrace.

Whose bloody exploits are forever commemorated in legend and song.

Whose mighty deeds were written on cave walls and told around campfires in the oral tradition instead of using fancy written language.

Who grew into strong magic, warriors who would do anything to topple demon cults that insulted our gods.

Who crushed our enemies, saw them driven before us, and heard the lamentations of the women.

No, never again shall you see our kind, nor our swords, or sorcery.

You know only a heap of broken images. “You! Hypocrite lecteur! mon semblable! mon frere!”

-Fin-