This is not our Fathers' world.
This is not the promised land.
This is all the dead left us.
This is what we've come to understand:
Tomorrow is the selfish fear
in the back of a hand.
Sorrow is the violent anger
and the vengeance of a stand.
Plastic promises
and Love with no depth.
Fast compromises
and loans until death.
Children live without names
played like pawns in a society
built upon sacrificial games.
This is not our Fathers’ world.
This is compromised Eden.
This is how they've left us.
This is the toll we've learned to stand:
Tomorrow is Today here
in the way we have to plan.
To borrow is strength from the danger
of living any way we can.
Faulty premises
and strife with no hope,
Idolized nemeses
and life spent on dope.
Children run without gain
from inherent responsibility
for years of injustice and pain.
And the only question left:
Is it your fault?
