A Traitor to your Generation

That’s what she called you
A traitor, that’s right you
Heard correctly. And why?
Because you still rage
Against injustice. Still
Pick you causes. Not
For you the comfy
Slippers, the day time
TV. You’d rather be on
The march or the picket line.
As your mind slips and
Fragments into dementia
That thought is still there
That you tried to change
The world. One argument
At a time.