What have we learned?
There are no Gods, messiahs or saints
But from us you’ll hear no complaints
We’ve lost hope in miracles and prayer
But none of us really seem to care
We live in a life of hustle, bustle, and hurry
But we live our lives without a worry
The face of America has become more mottled
We all share childhoods being overly-coddled
The country is leaderless, led by buffoons
Spewing enough hot air to fill a billion balloons
No more Washingtons, Lincolns or Roosevelts
Nothing left but fatcats with bulging belts
Pockets full of lobbyist money
Bastards they are, deceptive and cunning
Laws more invasive, ads more persuasive
Authority more abrasive, answers more evasive
What has our generation become?
We’re more logical and rational
Aware of issues local and national
Going abroad, growing international
Less evangelical, closer to skeptical
More scientific and medical
Experts in things electronic and mechanical
We are Suburbia-bred
We are fast food fed
We are always wondering
As our lives are sundering
What it would be like to be dead
A suicide culture has emerged
Teenage drug use has surged
Popular notions become absurd
Fact and fiction are now blurred
Witnesses of terror and two wars
Saluting soldiers who’ve done three tours
We’re a society of smartasses and cynics
Who dismiss and belittle our critics
And while our case may not be clinical
It’s a concern that has turned critical
Are you happy with this state of our being?
Or are you offended by what you’re seeing?
Brothers, sisters, do you see what we are?
We are not all special little stars
Some of us will fail or become ordinary
Even if we’ve been raised to believe the contrary
It’s on you.
Mark out your own path and goals
Fire yourself up about your life
Throw on some more coals
Laugh at the world, laugh at death
Laugh every second ‘til your last breath
Your philosophy should be against the grain
Anything less and it’ll drive you insane
We’re better than our ancestors
Improvements of our predecessors
You need to break the mold, raise your voice
Don’t be afraid to make an unpopular choice
You don’t want to be the average
Become the savage
What will you do with your life?
Will you embrace love in the face of strife?
You do, and you’ll become the topic of the conversation
The idol of admiration
The fawned-over fascination
The incendiary sensation
The formation of a new foundation
Go ahead
And redefine our generation
Do nothing less.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
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We’re are not all special little stars<-Typo alert.
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