The papers say
Our world
Will sink
Drown
Be dead
We say
Why tell us?
We are the generation
Who would rather stay
In bed
The pop stars say
People are starving
And it's all our fault
Because we buy over-priced long-distance green beans
When we should make do with something less exploitative
Instead
We say
But what can we do?
We are the generation
Brought up to enjoy post-that-one-war prosperity
And at the same time made stupid by television
And a general lowering of educational standards
We don't even understand
Our own insignificant day-to-day problems
Or why we even have them when we should be happy
You see
That's what goes round
In our head
The big brands say
Well give us your money then
You'll be happier
Handing it over
Now get back to the TV
You might have missed something important like
"Celebrity Dogs on holiday"
We say
Well that we can manage
We know we are the pointless generation
Very little backbone
Or understanding
Just a great reservoir of useless trivia
Not much to be proud of
Anyway
The old folk say
Everyone's a writer now
A singer, a performer, a TV presenter
No one wants unglamorous jobs
It's the curse of freedom
In a way
We say
What can we do about it?
We are the generation
Too shallow
For serious endeavour
Too spoilt
For hard work
Too vacant
To care about anything beyond
Today
They all say
It's important this time
The earth really will
Explode
Implode
Starve
Burn
Suffocate
In fact you're too late
Somehow
One way or other
We will all die
Now
We shrug
We munch
We have a drink
We are the generation
Watching it all
From a no deposit
Nothing to pay till September
Leather sofa
We watch the fireworks
And the end of the world rock concert
It's pretty amazing
Wow
© Rachel Fox 2005
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