I wonder what they’ll say about us,
And our generation; the nation of faces.
When our kids learn of the millennium’s cusp;
That day in September when death fell from above.
I wonder what they’ll say about us,
Products of the system, questionably conditioned.
Have we lost the tradition of trust?
Lacking selfless ambition; endeavors withering in dust.
I wonder what they’ll say about us,
The ones who defeated the killers of life.
Will our misery be the catalyst of love?
Only time will tell, accompanying historians’ strife.
