The Suffering Generation
We are the suffering generation
The Conspiracy of Incineration
Has been unleashed upon our Nation.
Battered and bruised, we hold our stations
Against the onslaught of our Education
I can hear them calling me
Feeding off my misery
Will I ever be set free
Will they ever let me be
I weep now for what befalls
The men who walk between these walls
And tremble as the Siren calls
Yet there will be a joyous day
Where we command and you obey!
Inspired by Mohammad Hafez
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