Awaken

An insight into society

A generation of idealists and dreamers
Fighting the Past
Ignoring the future
Paying heed to only here and now
To me, myself, and I.

They bicker, they argue
Our house once again stand very much divided
Race, religion, these things seem important
Till your ass is in the sand
And death is coming your way
Children carry rifles
And woman carry bombs
All thoughts of me are gone
Your prayers are about brothers in arms
Their race doesn't matter
Nor does the name of their God
You only want them all to get home
You'll blame yourself for the ones who don't

So slowly but surely
As sure as time itself
That generation of idealists
They'll begin to wake
And open their eyes
The world is not as it should be
Wrong will rule over right
The weak will suffer and the strong shall prevail
And idealists and dreamers
They all buy in
Continuing the cycle
Making room for more dreamers who still have to wake.