Generation Who?

Oh, My Generation
Born of the Sandwich, the Boomers,
Given the house of Y and the Millennial
Death in the hands of the Orient
Do you understand?
Colossus of the North, Power of the New World,
Will come stumbling down, in due time
Do you see the signs?

Oh, My Generation
Do you care?
Weep because we are all one the same

Generation of ignorance, and ecstasy, constant, endless ecstasy, stupidity and information overload, idolatry and paganism, sloths and vigorous energy, of obvious contradictions to define us.

Generation of instant pleasure,at the cost of one soul, for products of empty meanings, for the quick fix, do without effort, contempt with the mindless and the mad, the useless and bigots, smoking the crack of the pleasures modernism, urbanism, waiting for the sweet baby Jesus of Suburbia to come.

Generation of the bandwagon, you say you are different, take ideas of others, naked in the square of strangers, fully clothed with the familiar, you are afraid to be what you want, lying to oneself, jump on the wagon, lose yourself among the bodies destined to die and drown, in the files and folders of the Superior Office Complex of the World, never to be found among the ruins of Capitalia.

Generation of religion junkies, Jihadists of the Final Crusade, Crusaders searching for the high, band of superstitious hypocrites believing an Israeli miracle man, bang your sticks on rocks, pray to your God, prosecute those who don’t, the pagans of learning, heathens of science, infidels of atheism, let them be, your way is dying, The Modern Learned Man laughs at you, he has no time, For he is in pursuit of his money, adapt to the shifting tides, or be carried away by the current.

Oh, My Generation.
Bringing the Oracles, The Prophets, The Far seers, down with their mad truth, labeling them heretics, mad-men,  in soft rooms of white, bonded by the lies of the Man, but are they crazy? In an insane world, those who believe in sanity, lose their feeble truth, to the devouring fire of Injustice. The times are a changing; the bells are ringing, the men singing. Will you listen?

Oh! My Generation
What will become of us?
What will we do?
I fear the future, do you?
Our time has come and gone
Did you notice it go by?
Like dust in the wind, it faded away, into the stories of the past, are they true? Or are those lies too?
What will become of us?
What about us?