To see a disease we accepted, cured forever.
To see an inevitable doom, avoided.
To see a tradition of violence, forgotten.
To see a necessary cruelty, made obsolete.
To feel like a relic of a needlessly barbaric past.
Yes, children we really did live like that, full of guilt and self-hate. It was very foolish. I'm so happy it's over.
(But what if-)
Hush! Let me dream-
(But what if-)
Shh!
(What if we never make it there?)
Well? There is the work.