People always put us down
Just because we’re st-still around
The things we did don’t get extolled
Hope I die when I’m v-very old
They want us to just f-f-fade away
Young folk blame us every day
We tried to make this world a b-better place
But we’re told we’re a disgrace
My generation, my generation’s still here today.
Why don’t you all f-f-face the truth?
We did our best with all the proof
Where we fucked up, so would’ve you
Now stop the blame game, you know it’s true.
We tried to make the world a b-better place
But now we’re told we’re a d-disgrace
The things we did don’t get extolled
Hope I die when I’m very old…
One of the poems you will find in In Verse, a collection of poems by Jane Jago and E.M. Swift-Hook.
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