Lost

And with tears in my eyes... optimism as my greatest strength and weakness I begin to realize just how evil we are. My sleep has been troubled with the screams of those born into a reality that I cannot fathom and convincing myself that someway somehow I can change it, that I was meant to help fix it but why me and why not them? We can go to space but genocide in 2007. Millions killed for no good reason. We bawl at what Hitler did swearing never again... yet here it is again our answer... show me some profit and then we'll help them! The chocolate children are still ignored no different than in Alabama in 64. If it was in our backyard what would we think. The lives we've let drift away, lost ideas, lost beauties because our humanity is only as good as the petroleum in the ground or terrorist whereabouts that for all i know we probably invented. I've truly started to care less about some Rockefeller legacy... My god how will history judge us... we are capable of so much and it seems history has mastered repetition.
Are we the lost generation? What do we stand for? Our ideals contradicted daily. Equality for all... unalienable rights... responsibility towards the greater good. Raised to believe we're the good guys, we're always right and we know whats best. Our lack of involvement in mother Africa puts it all to the test. In search of my calling, something more... so when I stand before God I wasn't just another money whore. Meaning is Everything.