The Hate Generation

Isn't it Ironic?
Children of the love generation
Full of so much hate
Each nation beyond the point
Of no return
It's too late

The Hate Generation

Doesn't apply to us all
Yet some of us short of love, we fall
Trying to stand tall,            it's getting windy
Like a tree in the the forrest,              down I go
Nobody around
                                                        Did I make a noise?
             Perhaps a peculiar sound?
It's time I unwound
Staring into menacing eyes,            a red hound,         look into my heart

Don't like what I found

Forget it