Dear youth,

What are you going to do?
What are you going to be?
Let me clear it up for you
Let me help you see

You are going to pick up
To hang up
To wash up
To clean up

To be cleaners
To be janitors
To be picker-uppers

To clean up this mess left to you
By your fathers
And by your mothers

What are you going to do?
What are you going to be?
Let me tell you
Straight from me

Go out there
Go do it
Get to it

Roll up your sleeves
And go rake our leaves
Go fix our mess
Don't worry about your own happiness

Go fix our economy
Go clean up our wars
Go clean it up

Go mop up
The oil
The blood
That we have stained this earth with

Go moan
Go groan
Go die alone

Go to work
Go toil
Bear on your backs the lashings of our debt
Bear on your backs the lashing of our stupidity
Go make friends with our planet again
We cannot do it on our own
We have no more skin

Us men in
Suits
And
Ties
We don't care who lives or dies

So what do you say?
Young boy?
Young girl?
Sound okay?
Aren't you grateful for today?

Yours most truly,

The Men in Suits and Ties.