They’ll Never Understand

They say we wasted our talents, well maybe

we did,

Like we could have been Picassos or heroes

of a cause.

They talk of us as prodigies, who’re they

trying to kid,

It doesn’t make us geniuses, just because

they’re dinosaurs.

They’re older than us, but who’s wiser?

We’re stupidly young, but not enough

to excuse,

Don’t want to come across as some

alien sympathiser,

But it’s them who’s reading the news.

And it’s us who’s making it.

Sometimes we all feel like storming

the senate,

But it’s never a good idea.

Democracy’s a comfort and the basic tenet

Is an absence of fear.

Theoretically.

They say we had our chance and we blew it,

well perhaps.

But we were never going to be presidents,

sure not kings,

They imply we had unique privilege, but fell

into traps

That they would have mentioned, the

wisdom age brings.

They’re wiser than us then, but only qualified

To say so, none of us has qualifications

to judge.

We finished on their podium but were

mysteriously disqualified,

Seems to me it’s them that bears the grudge.

But it’s us who’s accused of it.

Sometimes we all want to chain ourselves

to a railing,

But we know we’re going to fail.

This wind close to which we’re sailing

Is too strong to let us prevail.

Seemingly.

But oh, look at it now, the establishment,

Look at Murdoch’s stupid wrinkled arse,

Which is actually his face, or one of them,

I wonder if he’s satisfied with this farce.

Of his making.

They say it’s criminal what we wasted,

but come on!

Did they really expect us to revolutionise,

did they hell.

For all their proclamations they’d have put

money on

Us failing, and our failure suited them well.

Their wisdom doesn’t cut it on closer

inspection,

We may be young and stupid, but at

the border

That’s our Get out of Jail Free card, and

their introspection

Sounds like a primary school recorder.

Played by us. Played by us.

Sometimes we all want to throw a punch,

launch a missile,

Even though we know it can’t land.

Their eloquent cases are increasingly facile,

And they’ll never, never understand.

Unfortunately.

They’ll never understand.

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