The Tragedy and Hope of Our Generation
The terrible moment of realization
When we first discovered the deception
That came to weigh so heavily on our hearts.
That which took us away
From those that gave us our existence
And nurtured us.
When the repetition of those beliefs
Handed down through generations
By our forbearers
Seeped out of our hearts
Could no longer be held
And signified the moment of our betrayal.
When the fantastic notions
Of those who preceded us,
Patriotism, duty, God and reward in the hereafter
Crumbled like the pages of an old book
When exposed to too much light
And no longer held prescience for us.
We were expected to continue our father´s battles
To fight the good wars against all others and colors.
To maintain the banners
Of the causes of the past.
But one by one
In the light of those troubled times
The suffering was exposed
Making the paths provided for us
Impassable, unconscionable and indefensible.
We suffered the distain of our parents
Who believed it was they
Who had been betrayed,
They who had been wounded
When we strayed from the path of their righteousness
And caused them endless suffering
In choosing our own beliefs.
The war went on and on
And hundreds of thousands died
Thousands more wounded for life
In heart and body and mind
On both sides, needlessly
Believing their cause was just.
Many of our parents believed
That this new war was a continuation
Of the battles they had fought
In their youths, in the good war
When God was on our side.
That death was an honor bestowed on heros
Sacrificed to make the world safe
For the continuation of all their hopes and dreams
Thus were the lessons they had learned in life
And they came to believe that
The reason for their current loss
Was the fault of those they had disinherited
Traitors of their own seed
And those who had lost heart in battle.
The wounded of mind and soul who fought
Still wander the streets homeless
All but forgotten by those
Who sent them into battle
Some joining the disenfranchised who had refused to go
And those who went and saw
The meaninglessness of that destruction
And other exiles from our society.
But to their credit
Many of those same parents
Having reclaimed the truths of their mothers and fathers
That only love and forgiveness
Can heal the wounded soul
And having passed that knowledge on
To their children before the war
Have now reunited and joined the search
For a better way.
And they and we continue on our way
Leaving the past behind
Traveling new and unknown roads together
Seeking new paths, kinder to our feet
Working together to create a new world
Of love and understanding and kindness
In which war and hatred of others different
Can no longer exist.
Knowing that there were other wars
Proclaimed to be the last.
Fought by our grandfathers
In trenches and no-man´s land
With brutal precision and insanity
An brought them also to dream of a world
In which peace prevails.
And now we have seen, that our war
Would not be the last
That they continue to this day
Leaving more suffering and hatred
In their wakes
But we can hope that our children and grandchildren
And those that come to lead them
Will find a way
Leading to the day.
And hope that what we have given them
Will be enough to be remembered
Because we no longer wish to carry the old pains
And that our truths
Shall not crumble into dust
From exposure to a brighter light
That no more good young men and women
Will be discarded needlessly
Or need to turn away
From those who they know still loves them
And whom they love still
That next time,