I remember the good ole days
When boy scouts helped old women across the street
And a neighborhood was still a community
Whatever happened to the youth of today?
Spoilt and rotten
Bad eggs
The produce of a society gone sour
What about those good ole days
Way back when?
The good ole days in ’72?
When human beings they called Charlie
Were napalmed and his family too
The good ole days 1945?
Sixty million dead
And only the lucky survived
Or the good ole days in 1349?
When Black Death rode his skeleton horse
Surely that was the happiest of times?
Whatever happened to the youth of today?
The drink and the drugs
The gangs and the thugs
It was much better in the good ole days
Or so they say
What about those good ole days
Way back when?
The good ole days when Romans ruled?
And the ‘civilized’ fed human beings called Christians to lions
And the crowds roared
The good ole days when Muldoon had a job?
When he liked to think big
And kick out human beings they called FOBs
The good ole days when the poll tax was in place?
To keep out the human beings they called chinks
And save us from the yellow peril
What about those good ole days
Way back when?
The good ole days when human beings they called niggers were hung up in trees?
For being the wrong colour
In the wrong country
The good ole days when only half of the population could vote?
When women knew their place
And did as they were told
The good ole days when human beings they called faggots were beaten?
For daring to be different
Colour is not tolerated in this beige world
Well I’ll tell you about the good ole days
The good ole days were never here
They are nothing but the one eyed memories of those who came from privilege
Who grew up on the right side of the fence
And those who would rather forget
Our forgetfulness is our downfall
We are cursed to repeat the same mistakes
We will never learn
The future of humanity
Is written in last years newspapers
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