They were the hope of a better new world
The gleaming blue peak of the great post-war dream
The truth is now seen of their banner unfurled
A lost generation, their waste so obscene
Every advantage and good thing they had
Yet turned it to poison and wasted the gift
They took all the good and they turned it to bad
From diamonds and gold the dirt did they sift
Caught up in possessions, and pleasures, and cash
The new generation laid waste to the globe
They turned all the forests into blackened ash
Revealed in the flicker of cold-lightnings’ strobe
Where go we now when the dream is no more?
What hope is there really to gladden the heart?
Barbarians beat upon the old doors
Ready to tear what is left clean apart.
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