Generation Why

Born on a bubble.

Bred with flags.

Watched towers tumble 

Riches to rags.

 

Millennium defined 

Embrace the web

Nature refined

Creation is dead

 

Watch the stars 

But dream no dreams

don't reach too far

Never question what seems

 

Ruled by the many

loved by the few

we contribute only ignorance

So their bliss is renewed

 

Youth is currency

spent on the past

corrupted by urgency

So it will never last

 

They gave us a drug

Said you ought to know

Told to forget with a shrug

But we will never let go

 

Modern vampires we feed

raised from the dead

Traded innocence for seed

lives like sheep; always led.