There is a nightfall, a coming fear,
We feel it in the wind;
It draws ever near,
Looming destruction begins.
The old see it as well,
But their bones are too frail,
Their time they did sell,
And their minds have gone stale.
The mid-aged are hopeless,
They have lost their resolve,
But we must show them kindness;
It was not their fault.
But the youth, we are wild,
We are dreamers, and doers;
We put all things to trial,
Shaping a new earth.
Longing for peace,
For we have known only war;
We find no pleasure in things,
As generations before.
We will create a new order,
A place where all are equal;
A government not of hoarders,
But of, by, for the people