Generation Y

This daughter sighs a hissing tone

A cutting reaction to what we have done

She may be a child but she is no fool

She knows those who follow those who rule

This son glares an icy stare

That chill down your spine just means that he cares

He may be a boy but he won’t be your tool

He knows roads of violence and tricks by old fools

For you it’s a puzzle

Their pieces don’t fit

For them you’re a problem

And you have to admit

You’ve made little effort

To even the plane

You just hold up your arms

And say it’s a shame


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