Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Generations

They hated America, moved far away.
Came back home and decided to stay.
Lived life their way, no care for the cost.
Depressed and alone, the generation was lost.

They loved America, traveled far away.
Some didn't come home, in foreign graves they lay.
Life or death, they knew not their fate.
They sacrificed all, the generation was great.

They lived America, traveled all over the land.
No money, no cares, and dreams in their hand.
Jazz, drugs, and drinks were moving their traveling feet.
Controversial and young, the generation was beat.

They hate America, and all it stands for.
They refuse to leave, they only want more.
Greed and ignorance flow in the their minds.
Ungrateful and sad, my generation is blind.

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