I'm as old as Methusela was when he was my age

[hundun]

I cannot believe you
you were born veiled
and it has not worn from your eyes
though your tongue has free reign

I cannot feel with you
empathize yes
trust perhaps
but faith has dissolved

I cannot judge along your side
or rather I choose not to
and I will not argue with you
hurtle your words to ephemeral victory

I look at you and see more than I once knew

The child is there
the child is strong
innocence eroded
down to a bedrock of ignorence
cruelty and selfishness

and this I will tolerate