When they look back at us and they write down their history
What will they say about our generation?
We’re the ones who knew everything and still we did nothing
Harvested everything, planted nothing.
Well we live pretty well in the wake of the goldrush
Floating in comfort on waves of our apathy
Quietly gnawing away at Her body
Until we mortgage the future, bury our children
Storehouses full with the fruits we’ve been given
We send off the scrag-ends to suckle the starving
But still we can’t feed this strange hunger inside
Greedy, restless and unsatisfied.
I was never much one for the great “Big Bang” theory
Going out in a blaze of suicidal glory
Not foolish and brave, these leaders of ours
Just stupid and petty, unworthy of power;
Just a little leak here and a small error there
Another square mile poisoned forever
A series of sad and pathetic little fizzles
And out go the lights, never to return.
The affair it is over, the passion is dead
She stares at us now with ice in Her eyes
But we turn away from these bitter reproaches
And take up distractions to forget what we’re doing
Justin Sullivan, New Model Army, 1986
Dunno what better category to put this in. Cannot much think of anything but why 20 years after this was written, discussing politics still makes me feel like that … and what that leads me to extrapolate for the future.