I do not weep for generations past
I weep for traditions that for long won’t last
It seems the future is bleak
The young have morals far too weak
I don’t not fear for a childhood that was
I fear for the childhood that makes no fuss
To play outside and climb up trees
But instead is brainwashed by the digital images it sees
The world is turning on itself and we are to blame
Using religion to kill in His name
I do not cry for the time we once had
I cry for the violence that makes humanity sad
Times ahead are grim at best
Girls ballooned with implants in their chest
I do not regret the natural beauty we used to hail
I regret the plastic look that seems to prevail
I do not beg for handouts or charity
I beg for a better world of clarity
So my children can know the reality that was mine
Maybe send them there or give them a sign
The future ahead I did not fear
Until it was close, its repulsiveness far too clear
Wishing upon wish that it was not so near
But alas, the future is here
I do not weep for generations past
I weep for traditions that for long won’t last
Peace and tranquillity have all died
And to a constant fright, I am tied
The world is shallow and the disaster is deep
And for that, I weep and weep.
