One trillion drops of blood

Trickled into the bank of One

Deprives the desks of Ninety-nine

Yet spares only privileged some

One country's houses separated

Composes scripts of salient tears 

In the eyes of the subjugated

And in the wallets of millionaires

"The Me Generation," the aristocrats groan

Their snouts in the pork barrel, consuming their own

While our siblings grow shorter

And our workers feel poorer

And our young turks are losing

To a reality not of our choosing

But only at the bottom is where we pave a foundation

For the conception of our cessation

Take "fifty-percent graduate umemployment"

And spell  "zero-percent military deployment"

Add "seventeen trillion dollar deficit"

To make "the Me Too Generation benefit"

The religion most harmful is the apathetic teen

Because every prison births parolees

And with their hands, they build machines

Which grants rise to even taller trees

A thanks to the folks who couldn't so we can

And applause for the teachers who'd live it again

Without them, we'd exist as migrants in the present

With them, we create presidents from peasants

A toast to the children who've subsisted alone

From within whose bones lucid dreams shall flow

And to those touting words penned to destroy

Whose gold smothered all compassion dead

Whereas their future exists an abysmal void

We gaze upon history instead.