Generations

He was the kind of simple man who never felt understood

Evacuated, no plan, survival is all they could

Amidst the circumstance, believing the hope and good

Would guide them across the land, secure their own livelihood

But how could they all have known the truth amidst the deceit

Believing we hold our own, when knowledge ain't so complete

Complicit to all the bias, so they simply took a seat

Took a knee down on the pews, genuflected to defeat

They conceded to the norm, wonder if they took the time

To hear the spirit that calls in whispers of our past lives

Before the power was lost and history was erased

Accepted his very fate, they didn't care anyway