"Death and Anarchy" or "Neglect" The dreams of our fathers We do not know The ones who were left behind The ones still unknown The things we would achieve Are dreams we gave up long ago Dust to dust, and so we leave Another suburb, another jericho We who have dreamed so long dreams have all died Yearning and churning in place like the tide Wearing and warring, fitless, without sleep The empty, the envy, of wanting to be. Those who have pointed and said "not good enough" All who were given all the big and expense stuff For dollars, for hours, a kingdom of dust Lost boys, and lost girls, only dreams to rebuff They set you up to fail, and fail you for the trying Not given a chance at success, and slowly are they dying While out of our hands the machines turn of political wiles Yet on us lay the burden, the crimes of their trials On wallstreet they had stolen, with false sense and false smiles All the pensions and middle class, horded in piles But on us was the burden, the blame, squarely placed The lost boys, lost girls, neither voice nor a face How can you cast us the useless, the ingrate? We never had a hand in how you ever ran this place. But generation to turn the finger, and blame. Their greed upon the younger, the infinitude of their shame. So vile their desire for more and more property, and more and more fame. The pointing finger would point even at the cradle and babe. Do away with the old, cast out the infirm. The youth in revolt, must we always learn! For all the worlds powers, for all the worlds greed. Only that which we take is ours, through might and through deed. And righteous is the scholar, who hired to write of losers fall To the victor goes the spoils, violence is king in the age where freed from law, force rules all violence makes them kneel, where force of will, is king of all. May they kneel forever beneath the shame of their deeds For neglecting their children, and abandoning their seeds Cast loose, the heritage and fortune of ages, teenagers and youth, discarded for salaries and wages televisions, and boats, yachts, and a second truck We are the youth in revolt, may the old pass away till town and square are ours, and seize, seize the day! leave them realing, leave them dazed and. thunderstruck. All wound up and nowhere to go. We burn for the moment, we live to revolt. The great spurious, surging, cancerous, and untamed Surging emotion, the mass unnamed. Becomes humanity, and now rejoice asserting "we will be heard!" called the mob and the sprawl and out of a sea, a multitude of noise, emerges now a brilliant morning star! singular to unite them, a shining figure, shouting with one voice: All for one and one for all.