Generation, Illiterate

They've watched our spirits fall,
the tides never turning,
they long to kill us all,
are we never learning?----

We've closed our eyes this time,
willingly submitting,
Is apathy a crime,
worth committing?

The past, meant to serve as a guide,
with all the follies of our fathers,
etched in bloody script,
and it's the gift, sent to a generation,
illiterate.

Silence the revolution,
always taking, not giving,
making no contribution,
is life worth living?

Enslave the innocent,
work their fingers to the bone,
building the government,
we never should have known.

The past, meant to serve as a guide,
with all the follies of our fathers,
etched in bloody script,
and it's the gift, sent to a generation,
illiterate.

You may think that we are broken,
but we only feign compliance,
and just beneath the surface waiting,
are the seeds of our defiance.

The past, meant to serve as a guide,
with all the follies of our fathers,
etched in bloody script,
and it's the gift, sent to a generation,
illiterate.