What are we “living longer” for?
A few years more of being poor?
To reach an age of destitution,
Helpless in dependency?
To be neglected; disrespected?
Sitting in the same old chair
In mean and squalid institutions,
Half aware, not really there?
Or, horror! With a lucid mind,
Enduring time and yet more time
To witness co-invented wars;
To weep at wasted brain and brawn –
Our social fabric worn and torn;
To mourn lost generations born
Into a scrapheap, harshly built
By systematic, alternating
Turns of greed and guilt?