The not to be beaten generation

Anyone in the UK with an ounce of intelligence must be feeling sadness today.

If those kids had had the start in life that so many are lucky enough to have they wouldn't be trying to find themselves in this mindless frenzy.

They should have had the opportunity to climb a hill on a sunny day. Cardboard shield in hand, a homemade cloak on their back and nothing but their imagination, love and peanut butter sandwiches to fuel their hearts.

Where do they go from here.

When you cast your eyes upon the skylines
Of this once proud nation
Can you sense the fear and the hatred
Growing in the hearts of its population

Our youth, oh youth, are being seduced
by the greedy hands of politics and half truths

The beaten generation, the beaten generation
Reared on a diet of prejudice and mis-information
The beaten generation, the beaten generation
Open your eyes, open your imagination

We're being sedated by the gasoline fumes
and hypnotised by the satellites
Into believing what is good and what is right

You may be worshipping at the temples of mammon
Or lost in the prisons of religion
But can you still walk back to happiness
When you've nowhere left to run

And if they send in the special police
To deliver us from liberty and keep us from peace

Then won't the words sit ill upon their tongues
when they tell us justice is being done
and that freedom lives in the barrels of a warm gun

THE THE
The Beat(en) Generation
From the 1989 album Mind Bomb