Let us rant, you young,
for soon enough we will die,
too old to matter.

Soon enough it’s you
who at last shall have your day;
you shall try your hand.

If your plans succeed,
you will remember the dead;
mock us in our graves.

But we are so old,
we have seen the same plans fail
time and time again.

So your plans will fail;
but you won’t remember us,
nor, that we warned you.

By then it won’t help;
not warning, not memory;
It will be too late.

Deep down, you knew it;
knew your brave new world would fail;
and hate us for it.

You should hate yourselves;
but you are not that honest;
that’s how you got here.

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