War in My Days These kids are eating us Page by page, one remembrance Erased and dazed In the exhilirating haze Our history will be gone These old folks are beating us Desk by desk, one paycheck Non-phased and crazed In the stupidity of knolwedge Our future no longer our song A stupendous bewilderment sets in, Within myself, Pondering, And I ask you, Deliberate harm, or Irresponsible charm?
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