bad religion
victims of the revolution
What will prove to be our big mistake? Short-sighted arrogance all for what sake? Our families to ashes, our ambitions 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 and want for mere lucidity Just maternal residue, and 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, and pride And 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 and the overture of regret With no one to deter, pathetically unsure Forgetting who they were