i'm sick of it

well it's official
i'm surrounded by generations of whiners
i hear them scream their thoughtless diatribes
and know not why they cry

war is life and life is hell, so get over it

i hear them complain of government
i hear them speak of injustice
then they blast their parents with disrespect
justifying their ill speak with rationale of a spoiled brat

you hypocrites. peace and love, except to those who you hate

at the end of the day, i forgive you
your propaganda is thrown in my face
but i stick to my principles and love all
i'm no saint and certainly i have experienced hatred

you will die unhappy though, as joy is hidden by your dark eyes