SONG
OF A GENERATION
Marching into a new world
As we go singing
he song of initiation
We see with your eyes
And hear with your ears.
Now we are on our way
Only to find we no longer
see
With your eyes, but with
our eyes
We no longer hear with
your ears,
But with our ears.
We see our guide
Consulting the map
And how he chooses guides
Who slouch and shuffle
on the way to lead
We hear them laugh
At our dreams, those guides
Who cause us to be seen,
not heard,
Who put baskets of rotten
fruits
On our heads.
We have arrived at our new world
And we find nothing,
Just the ashes of bygones
days,
The bones of those
Who arrived before us,
And we sit day after day
Watching the wind blow
our
Dreams away into
nothingness.