Little Minds

Look
into their
eyes.
Eager,
wanting to
know.
Wanting
to know
what
they got
themselves
into.
Fresh faces,
years before
the first
wrinkle.
Blank slates
hanging on
our every
word.
Each time,
a clean
slate
pregnant
with
potential.
Each time,
A new
opportunity.
Each time,
we
let them down.
We
let them
down by
filling them
up with
our superstitions,
our fears,
our prejudice,
our ignorance.
Each time,
we
hand them
to the
future
shackled,
blinded.
Each time
we
must
do
better.
Humanities
future
depends
on it.

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