GENERATIONS Copyright (C) 1997 by Not Nice Music II. A COLLECTION OF OBSCURITY by Edwin M. Drogin 23. Untitled The panic season. heavy on the land, As hate stirs up the foaming sea And melts reason like the sand That sifts along the water's edge. A fury, lashed by the years. Unleashed again and roaming Amid the wreckage of our petty fears To strike and twist our lives. Tear up our roots and look. Look hard at your women Here is the road we took.. Make up for us. Among us are the calm and thinking few. They find it hard. Look at your women. What was it we knew? Forgotten means a wasted past. And conscience becomes a fool's chain Where corruption sits in many places And truth is slain To feed the dead. Look hard. You will not see. Many have crawled the path Along our twisted history And blinded themselves. Whip us on! there is animal and machine and god in us. Lift the dusty face. Not to the stars...the horizon will do. Whip us on!