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[title] => New Age: last remnant of a beat generation
[time] => 2004-11-30 13:41:12
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[bodytext] => New Age Last Remnant of a Beat Generation - The Redraft We are the generation Who insist on having the best of everything: Fine dining, fast cars, first-class degrees We want to be rich, important Or at least feel like we are. An illusion created by the false belief That our fake images give us power If people see us as worthy Then we must be, mustn’t we? And what goes on in private conversations And behind closed doors Is no-one else’s business. Especially if it presents the idea That we were ever unsure Or made a mistake A cry for help Stifled by the belief that dependence is a weakness Yet independence is a sin You will go here dress like this act like this have friends like this You will be ultra-normal Perfection incarnate. And if one day you decide You want anything more than everything… That’s it. You’re on your own. Or are you? Our leaders Dragging us into a war we didn’t choose Passing laws we didn’t approve Abusing the power we bestowed Beating us down We need a leader of humanity But which of us has the audacity To stand alone and say: ***** your expectations I’ve got my own. None of us has the guts. Instead we turn a blind eye Speaking out is frowned upon Trroublemakers, Rebels-without-a-cause. They’re just ignorant, selfish They don’t know how good they’ve got it They don’t even know what they want. They want their identities back To cease to fit the mould They want adventure, excitement and truth They can’t have it. A doomed society Founded on forgotten things long ago When a beaten black man was having dreams A man shot for asking why And another man crucified for showing us something different. All duly noted with respect and care By people who completely missed the point These men were crazy. They were on drugs. They didn’t even attempt to fit, So we wrote them out. Yet they remain A constant threat bubbling under The frozen surface of authority Telling us their twisted truths What to believe And how We don’t know how good we’ve got it. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 59 [informant] => ladyaryssa [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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