Poem: Forward…

The forked tongue of the future lies ahead

Beckoning us forward. Advance! Progress!

Regardless of the perils and our dread

Of failure, ever onward must we tread.

And no matter how much we feel the stress,

The forked tongue of the future lies ahead.

And whether we fly the black flag or red,

The same indignations we must address

Regardless of the perils and our dread:

The starving masses, children barely fed;

And even for those who have even less

The forked tongue of the future lies ahead.

So throw away your doubts; let us instead

Rejoice in future’s coming, and impress —

Regardless of the perils and our dread —

Our generation’s mark. Let it be said

We lived, loved, built, and understood that, yes,

The forked tongue of the future lies ahead

Regardless of the perils and our dread.

via Poem: Forward — Jak’s View of Vancouver v.3