To my kid's kid's kid's kid's kid

I can't stop wondering about the future
I can't stop picturing what its like
Is their still poor, still war, famine and strife?
Or will we figure this out: what is life?

Will their be darkness
Will their be nothing
Dead or alive?
Organic or synthesized?
I can't justify this compromise!

Any way I wrap my head
All I see is everyone dead!
Will it end?

Here we go, 4, 3, 2, 1
Exploding sun
Just give me the gun
I'm done.

Don't worry some are still thinking of you...

I hope you get this too:

We tried
but everything we fried
was what we used to call "being truly alive".
I can't remember why
But when we found out what we did
We all sat down to wait
Not help, not care, only hate
oh Apathy, you have been our fate.
But now it's too late.