PRODUCT OF OUR TIME
Anonymous, 1969

Take one cup of bitterness
Add a dash of confusion
Sprinkle in misunderstanding
And flavor with apathy.

Age it twice what it should be
Bake it in lousy heat
Or freeze it in unbearable cold
Keep it separated from those of it’s own kind
And always make sure it is lonely

Teach it to carry a gun
And kill without question
Force it to act like a common dog
And treat it as a child.

Make it grasp for love
And beg for someone’s friendship
And when it finally feels lonely in a crowd
When it can no longer laugh or shed a tear
When it rebukes its God and mistrusts its fellow man
Then call it a soldier.

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