If this child will grow up to dodge a draft or love
Furtively in dawn’s doorways
Or write yet another poem about women’s breasts.

No matter, he won’t remember the day
President Reagan faced the press
Looking like a bewildered homosexual capitalist

Afraid of the masses, and told them
That no one remembered the holocaust
And that the murder of a crowd of South Africans

Wasn’t about race because some of the policemen
Were black. You can’t even begin to explain
That world to a teenager who will never see the inside

Of public school. The simple things disappear
And each day we learn again
How easy it is to lose