Generations
We were made to kill our fathers,
Whom were never there.
To take the throne and then condone,
The things we found unfair.
We were built to make a mockery,
Of things we used to own.
To rip them down and force them drown,
Drop dead two birds one stone.
We were brought to pass the torch,
It’s burning never dies,
You name the next and then perplex,
Another youth with lies.