The Tragedy and Hope of Our Generation


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,




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