The Turning Of Reformers’ Guns

Hear this, young folks, reformer's guns have turned from elder foe
To younger folks who seek a world which feathers nests just so;
Be on your guard, your silliness will taste cold balls of steel,
For Boomers aren't the type of folks to at your altars kneel.

For we were young and set the pace for those who came behind;
Our youth and silliness strode out where we were often blind;
So we appreciate your style but don't forget one thing –
We're onto you, and disagree with what to life you bring.

You bought the garbage we dished out about communal life –
How everyone was one-for-all and all-for-one in strife;
But we found out it's not that way, nor is it all for me,
It is a balance: one – okay, but in community.

So Zukerberg and all his ilk set up their sites – that's fine,
But we have problems when he says, “All information's mine”;
For we have parents who laid down six years, with life and limb
To nail Herr Hitler and his ilk and all their rampant sin.

We know the social error (its impatience with the slow),
And how they have to “dis” such folk so they can onward go;
We fought the loner style of life and brought it to a halt,
But social sin is just as bad, and mid-road we now walk.

With social types out on the left, and loners on the right,
They always hassle, be one up, and do so with a fight;
But through those Boomer years their rose as a group with central view;
Those are the ones who turn now back – size up this conflict new.

Take Zukerberg, nice site he's got, but there's a problem now:
He's conned the innocent to yield their info up somehow;
Folks are obsessed about the theft of data by the rest,
While Zukerberg smiles quietly – “It's all here in my nest.

“You do not have to snoop around, they'll give it all to you
If they just think it's all about the things they say and do;
The CIA have nothing like the info I've got –
Its mine – all laid here at my feet and nothing is forgot.”

Herr Hitler lived too soon, and yet his type abounds today;
If he had info like this site, he would've had his way:
No Jews, no gays, no gypsy types, would be alive today,
Just those he deemed the Aryan race back in our parents' day.

Says Jacques Ellul, “They always say, ‘How we have been deceived!’
When in the end one turns on them and payoff has received;
But all along we've known the hearts and minds of men are mean,
And what they say is going on is not quite as it seems.

“We want to be deceived”, he claims, “we want to buy the myth”;
We want a Princess-wonderful, be Prince when we've been kissed.
There is an evil side to life – and that's why Jesus died –
To make a way for folks to live – not make-believe, or hide.

So Zukerberg and other folks who hide behind the rules,
Have much to learn from those of us they view as being fools;
We're not – just take a closer look, we've money, power, and brains,
And will not tolerate the works you hide in social games.

We may not last long on the Earth, for age will have its way;
But in the time which we have left, there's time for us to play
Our petty pace upon this stage, and have a splendid time;
Be on your guard, the guns have turned – your ways are on our mind.

The last time we were free enough to make community,
We were the youth, no baggage of responsibility;
Now we're retired, freed up once more to take a look around,
But we've experience and cash – our ways and means abound.

This is the first time folks have lived to act out in this way;
Our parents' folks died off quite young – boat 50’s what they say;
Our parents were too few compared to Boomer-types like us,
But now that we have come of age, just watch us make a fuss!

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