We are the ever present reminder of a false hope and falser dreams.
Driven by a generation with less information but greater means.
Mislead and misinformed by a culture of crooks,
That if caught in corruption, just re-write the books.
A generation of amnesia. What are we still on our knees for?
To pave roads for riches and power no-one has seen before?
A youth of talent wasted in alcohol by the litres.
A mindset on the now, not learning from past demeanors.
An era of thinkers out spoken by the drinkers.
An era of Llamas, sick to death of their farmers.
Lead blind into battle for a profit driven system,
Whos boundaries, when exceeded, can just keep getting lifted.
To eventually burst the bubble, or the problem they created
And provide lawful solutions involving stricter behaviours.
A way must be sought and fought for not just our forefathers,
But for us, the next inline, to guide our kin away from darkness.
Towards truth and light, the only good substance for our soul
And educate a generation who wont pride themselves on gold.
We are not constant, so we are not sure.
But we are all one, so what are we fighting for?