Our Generation Today

As we sit, books open, listening to our teacher teach,
Of wars and glory and sad defeat,
I think to myself, while hearing stories of the past,
What stories do we leave for the future class?

We are not on the battlegrounds fighting for freedom,
We are on the school grounds fighting for wisom.
Fighting against a part of our generation,
Who think not of our future, but just of today,
Who think not of our future, while I turn the page.

Our generation today is crossing the line.
And our generation today is committing the crime.
In the youthful desire for change and age,
They think not of our future, but only of today,
They think not of our future, while I turn the page.

And the difference between right and wrong,
Is a line so thin now that it almost seems gone.
And the difference between the truth and a lie,
Is a line so thin now that it can no longer be seen by the child's eye.

The line is faded further by the games we play, the images we see,
The line is faded further by morals we have failed to instill in thee.
We are the next generation, but our generation is crying,
We are the next generation, and our generation is dying.

When I hear of students killing students,
I fall deep into thought and into the moment.
A future friend, a future mother,
A future doctor, a future lover.

The reality of life's frailty is apparent every day.
In our school and on the streets, a generation lay,
I begin to think of my own future and not jsut of today,
I begin to think of my own future and I turn the page.

I did not write this. I do not know who did.
In memorium:
Allen Tenenbaum who died in the office shooting in Atlanta, Ga on July 29, 1999, my cousin