The future was not always like this.
When we were younger,
We had a future painted with beautiful melodies.
Although, the songs of pain were sung louder
Our ears still heard whispers of amazing symphonies
Reverberating loudly, lasting longer.
The future of our past is now, the present.
And we feel unsure of what its future is.
Now, we sing dirges even at birth.
We have all lost hope in peace
We are dead even before our death
We now fear the dreaded end, the apocalypse.