Who's Future Is It Anyway

i see a future of darkening days where children are treated as vermin to slay adults possessions are held paramount where only talk of money spill's from their mouth's. i feel a destiny of communities broke suspicion's are cast at the few kind words spoke people of power prefer things this way technology rises as intelligence fades. those few left willing to speak for the weak are told that their futures are futile and bleak. the only thing worse than this future i say is the fact that this future is really today. i hear the rumbling's of a gathering storm as the lightning strikes fear of a terrible new dawn stars in the sky are dull in their light for they feel the shame of watching earth's plight as we all watch it come furious and fast not one of us learning the lessons of past so shelter yourself in money and gold and hope that your god's will rekindle your souls the devil is stirring in each of our hands as we are the labour that works to his plans and the worst thing of all that causes dismay is the future i write of is really today but fear not my friends for all are not foe's suffering will fade as redemption comes close the devils and demons that laugh loud and sneer will turn on their heels and finally face fear children of suffrage will rise with the sun and learn nothing of pain for it shall finally be gone the dawn of free love will exude once again crash into the present like a white knighted ghost train and if anyone tell's you to live life how they say ask them who's future it is anyway