They were such an heritage to behold
The son of our Son's sons.
The culture we have them was everlasting cogent.
We have them good outfits and language.
Our 'vernacular' was one of a kind.
We thought we had seen a prosperous and fertile generation.

Until our children swayed into the pathway of unrighteousness.
They left their warm huts to reside in the wilderness of civilization.
O' what a grief to behold
Why would we have to call them a WASTED GENERATION.
I weep when I think of our generation.
Our heritage is dying
Where do we start from?
Where do we end ?

The generation of our forefathers had gone .
Our great grandfathers have done theirs
When shall we yield?
In this barbaric state of life.
Specks of dust had been blown into their eyes
But what a mystery.
It ought to have blinded their sight .
Their brain had been flogged with dopamine for Lust,Wealth,and fame.
They have forgotten from dust they came.
Dust they shall return to.