Generations

There's no reasoning for what we have done
We beg for starvation whilst holding a gun
Like cattle we follow the morning sun
Scavangers only peck at the weakened one
In life it is the bullies that make us run and run
In death we can rest our souls amongst celestial drum
One day there will be nothing to be lost or won
A wasted line of many generation
I'm glad it will be over soon until then become .