Victims Of The Revolution
What will prove to be our big mistake?
Short sighted arrogance all for what sake?
Our families to ashes, our ambition to dust
Our progeny in silence thinking "what about us?"
But don't forget the dance of neglect
The march for empowering prosperity
The pain from loss & want for mere lucidity
Just maternal residue, & i was there too
And maybe so were you
When something is won it comes with sacrifice
It's there beneath the joy, the glory & pride
Rarely it's acknowledged but in positive light
Consciously omitting the losers' plight
But don't forget the dance of neglect
The craving for community that never was met
The longing for status & the overture of regret
With no one to deter, pathetically unsure
Forgetting who they were
Just maternal residue, & i was there too
And maybe so were you
