O children of our thoughtless world,
Rise up to claim your prize.
We've left you worthless baubles,
We've left what you despise.
In times long past, when 'things were good'
Rewards fell in our lap.
We now disdain your plaintive cries that
All we've left seems crap.
Times get easy, times get tough,
It's not our fault we won—
We cashed those chips that came to us
As we think you'd have done.
Wonder not why we don't hear
Your cries for fairness' sake.
All we want lies in our graves
Where we'll be when things break.
We know deep down your reckoning
Will come as in life's past.
You'll wonder as you're winning why
Your children stare aghast.
21/100
Perhaps not everyone will agree with me on this one. Should you disagree, we can discuss in the comments.
all the voices in my head 
Really love that first line and the message here about generations. Every one has its struggles and leaves behind good and bad. I think the image pairs good, almost like, look at the art we left you, doesn’t that count for something?
Thank you, ma’am. Means a lot.
Another note: The first two lines just popped into my head, from where I know not. I had to eliminate the word “little” from its place in front of “children” because I needed to feel the music. Then I just copied those lines and started writing to see where it went. It’s often best to ‘zone out’ and let the Muse do her thing.
I find that to be true too, when it happens it feels almost more like magic.
I’m officially moved by both.
Thank you! “Both” meaning the photo and the poem?
You got it. I don’t know the artist that did the wooden sculpture, but their work would represent a great Jack in Beanstalk giant. I’m not a writer, but know what I like. The poem reflected some thoughts that I have heard expressed lately by folks.
Thomas Dambo, a Danish sculptor. Raleigh is blessed to have an entire five-member family in Dix Park in the center of the city. That’s Mama troll there. Huge.