1 Contributor A silent cacophony of stones converging
Misplaced whispers filled the air
The situation became so clear
The self-imposed attrition of my peers
The boredomâs self-imposed
The literate were disposed
The carelessness of my peers
The lessons of my years
Iâm sick of the past but not the whole
The one that says itâs been tried and done before
You can see it in their gesturеs and gaits
Their accidental smiles and unyiеlding complaints
So ask them no questions
And theyâll give you no blank glances
No first or second chances
In love with their absence and TV lives together like fasces
You can hear their voices crack with their battle cry
But theyâve only seen an actor die
Iâll share my unpopular view
Iâm young and still Iâm sick of youth
I confess the unpopular belief in a higher power
And weâre getting lower by the hour
It is guilt by association, weâll all burn in hell
For our best friendsâ actions and our inaction as well
All your codes of stepping on everything you see
Just like we learned on TV
The lies that all that came before
Were our pimp fathers and whore
While John Brownâs body lies moldering in hell
For all the shit he tried to sell
Weâve got a generation of bastards
Trying to burn their parents to ashes
Weâve got a whole boatful of bastards
Armed with chrome plated matches
I confess the unpopular belief in a higher power
And weâre getting lower by the hour
It is guilt by association, weâll all burn in hell
For our best friendsâ actions and our inaction as well
Sitting around tearing the bindings of books apart
Cheering the gong bangs
While the youth power songs cry out
