Children of the revolution

raise your glass

and cheer.

We've found ourselves

rear-ended by the future

and the "apocalypse" is near.

It is such a fine time

to be alive and kicking

(or, I guess, in most cases,

all that's done is clicking).

The Internet has rid us

of pesky social chat;

I'm sure your parents are oh-so-happy

for the fact of forgetting that.

All the hard work and demonstrations

has won the war for nothing.

We have it all, no need to

talk, learn, associate...I'm bluffing.

I'm totally lying.

This information age we run

leaves those who worked sighing

and shaking their heads at what we have

created from their passions:

An empty screen with no vowels

and conformity as the fashion.

Somewhere along the line

we lost the moral discretion.

Uncensored, uncaring,

ignorance is the obsession.

Close your eyes, ignore the news

and pretend it doesn't matter.

Generation I-Don't-Care

leaves those who do with chills and blues.