Buried alive in a history rewritten the achievements of the golden generation hardened by ordeals we swallow blind with ease with ignorance we are blessed by distractions suppressed
No grief, no grief No shame, no vindication
The questions never asked they hold the answers to what will become the loss of our freedom the price that is won a static heir at birth to a place in the big machine
To forget the essence of who we are to forget our dreams an emptiness all our earthly comforts never will relieve