The unknown future rolls toward us
We, the jilted generation, as we are told
And
We are faced
Faced with the threat of our own genocide
Not through war
Not through hate
But through fear

We face the death of a salesman
The death of a nation
We are suffocated by greed
We are strangled by fear

Everyday we set foot in our world
Our world of 'peace'
Our world of 'pieces'
We have no truth and all lies
Our world, precious to inherit
Is choking on our vanity

Mother earth in her glory
Rests in a watery grave
Among the bones and wastes of their failure
And we
We, as the glorious children of tomorrow
Sit
Sit transfixed to a fucking screen
Living our lives through fantasized reality and generations of deceit

We live others lives
Judging where we, cannot judge our own

We pick like vultures at bones of the large
We ignore, we hate
We preach and they fail
On and on we go
Around and around this sickness

They set an imitation of life
That all can follow
That all can persuade and render themselves to an early death

PRAISE JESUS!!!
He leads us to our ignorant discrimination
A will to life?
A way to death

We race to our inevitable retirement
The truth, ignored
Like the stars falling
We venture into our own bedside
They meet at a large coffin
Waiting for us to nail ourselves in

Our indulgence
Our failure

This Life
This Trend
Follow to the End
My Friends.

David Rossiter White

23/9/97