Bury This Generation
Bury this generation in the ground
And let its names go unremembered—they
That wilfully assented with no sound
To tyranny and terror all around,
As self-indulgent, self-absorbed they play:
Bury this generation in the ground.
It is a people lost, thinking it found,
In unconcern to pass the livelong day,
That wilfully assented with no sound.
False words of sympathy, and fear, abound;
Yet as none stir, the future must, not may
Bury this generation in the ground.
Remember not the names; let not astound
That such as these frittered the while away
That wilfully assented with no sound:
It is the just desserts, this shapeless mound
That let itself be cowed into the clay.
Bury this generation in the ground
That wilfully assented with no sound.