The hateful things we do as young
Amongst the fog, we knew was wrong
As we grew, we soon forgave
Forgotten memories from minds were shaved
Now with age, we show our rage
At youngsters new, we wish to cage
For the very same things we were accused of
Instead of opening our arms with love
And expanding their minds with the power of reason
And helping them through their growing season
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