Saturday, 31 July 2010

The Generation of Tomorrow

Oh mother, we have let you down
Disowned you, let you frown
We cut up your hair to build our homes
Gardens, and useless catacombs

We kill each other in front of your eyes
The blood, it comes up to our thighs
We destroy each other with big loud blasts
The effects of which will forever last

Lies your fate, in the hands of pollution
Your grand child, leader of your execution
Born of the mistakes we committed
Born with a gun, in his hand fitted

Dear mother, cast away your sorrow
For here are the generation of tomorrow
To kill your grandchild, re-kindle your life’s light

The generation that will make future bright