What happens when you're the progeny of a great generation,
that all died of lethargy?
Who paid their great debts to the patronage of Mars,
but forgot all the others and even their hearts.
What happens now to the children of scars,
of wars and great people who once dreamt of stars?


Age: 16, West High, Grade: 11

This poem was selected for the 2012 Poetry in Public project, sponsored by the Iowa City Public Art Program. Poetry in Public displays poems by local writers of all ages in Iowa City buses, downtown kiosks, and select public buildings from April (National Poetry Month) through the fall.

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on July 04, 2012

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