What a bunch of spoiled brats I look to the Sun “We didn’t raise that” We mothered you We fathered you We worked hard for you We gave you our knowledge We cleaned you with our soap We shed our wisdom Shared our music And gave you hope “What ungrateful children sprouted from our roots, Earth” They want to include us last When we made them first Good News for you Recessive life is short lived Honor thy father Honor thy mother Spoiled rotten, soul forgotten Sun blocking kid