Judgmental Eyes

When history looks back on us to learn,

They will see the stupidity of a worm,

A beast out of its hovel,

Grasping out only to be squashed by tomorrow's shovel

Why, oh why, do you turn to us with your eyes?

For we are the beaten, the broken, the damned,

We are the culture of phones in hands,

Computers on a lap’s, office's taking naps,

The continuously connected disconnected

Why, oh why, do you turn to us with your eyes?

All of the sudden things once said will have come and gone,

The questions pondered daily will be mindlessly quoted in tomorrow’s songs,

Dylan once said the times are changing,

He just didn’t know it would be forever-long

Why, oh why, do you turn to us with your eyes?

I pray we do not bequeath a future of what is already dead,

A world of Zombies, walking alive yet undead,

Orwell you had it when you taught us creative thinking would die,

Only 1984 has gone and passed you by.

Why, oh why, do you turn to us with your eyes?

Leaving it all in time behind time,

Killing the lessons for a service new and unrefined,

We could have given so much,

Instead we created access to always dichotomize richer and poorer.

Why, oh why, do you turn to us with your eyes?

Dean had it right; we need to dream as if there is a forever,

But dying today became an unacceptable way to live,

We fought and sought for the evermore,

But in this battle we could never settle the score

Why, oh why, do you turn to us with your eyes?

Is it payback for believing our lies?

Constantly seeking a better tomorrow,

And all we have now is constant sorrow,

And now it’s being returned by your judgmental eyes.