We Done Been Fooled

The mystery of history got me making a wish for me that just maybe my progeny can skip the tragedy of human fad n' greed how we grab n' plead get mad n' bleed over what? Some cash n' weed? What fools are we We all too cool for we Play each other, sick for money Pawns and sheep For the powers that be What special flowers are we Grown up too fast, like a weed Get poisoned and smashed like a weed Being told we are happy n' free Asking mom to spot me a fiver, or three Fed circus n' bread, sated with insipid glee, Empty with idolatry Picking up pieces of scattered priority, how so very sad are we?