The Failed System
Not my fault, children wail when thingsgo wrong, and while some of them havereason to believe what they claim othersfeel justified in shuffling their juvenileresponsibility on to the shoulders of theadults who stood by and failed to instillin their children values that would guidethem now and forever. The fault lines nowhave turned from personal agency to thatof government agency, and it is has becomeagonizingly clear that government hasdismally failed in its responsibility tothose who have abandoned theirs. Thefrail elderly whose offspring feel nopersonal obligation for their care havebeen sacrificed to the vision of personalsatisfaction in life choices where it takestwo salaries to adequately compensate thedream of having it all. A dream that mandateswomen may aspire to careers and managethe raising of a brood through the simpleexpedient of farming out children to othersill paid but trusted to care for the offspringof others and fulfill their emotional needsreturning them to the home fires forseveral hours of 'quality time' together. Sothat parents, unequal to the task of caringfor their own during an emergency whenschools and day cares close are unable torise to the occasion, bitterly blaming thesystem to which they have consigned theirelders' and their children's futures of havingabandoned their responsibilities for themwhile they have been busy having it all.
Sunday, June 14, 2020
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Poetry
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