We are less than published (we are un-published)

We are the bridge, the generation before.
We are not dissatisfied because we strive for not.
We are the gap, the hollowed-out hole
We live and conspire in the trenches waiting for another to bury us there
Warfare is child’s play but politics is a vicious game
We are less than philosophers since our sight has been muddied
Our philosophy will build the canal, someone else will open the flood gates
We are the foundation the others finish.