Damage
Damaged people everywhere
Doomed to live without much fun
Instead they suffer so unfair
And pass it onwards to their young
Every generation hopes
That this time round we will improve
So our children laugh and joke
But sadly damage ploughs a groove
Children think they understand
That older people are defunct
But children grown are second-hand
Into adults now debunked
Still we cling on to our hope
That if we learn a different song
Something shifts along the slope
And we redress all that was wrong
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