I know my kids have no filter when it comes to conversations. Our topics at dinner are often of their making and Frank and I are about choking some of the time. They are opinionated but their arguments are rational and backed up with evidence and strong feelings.
My niece and nephew came over with my sister the other night and, apparently, her two youngest are the same.
We all ended up chatting together and, by the gods, watch out for this generation. They are nobody’s fools and I welcome their vision and passion.
The song at the end is particularly for my Anna who just loves Marina and relates so much to her songs and themes. This is my favourite of Marina’s.
Ears inside the ceiling hear our anguish, hear our pleading
Eyes that are the windows see our shame
Space we think is fine with privacy entwined
Is a park of public traffic where we’re blamed
Monotonous tones of grey tell us what to press and say
While the minutes of a phone call turn to hours
Our data, so unique, while we type or save or speak
Is for sale to highest bidder for its power
Gaslight is fixed on high, set to boiling, we comply
While we go about the daily tasks and grind
Bit players in a scene, merely cogs in their machine
Insignificant in the roles we’ve been assigned
Trapped in ’84, not a novel anymore
Animal Farm is caging us with rats
Poverty and fear, tools of despots far and near
Ermine-clad ambitious think we’re prats
Too late for us, it seems, to fulfil all of our dreams
But the young are not as dumb as some would think
They will not be forgotten though the system stinks, is rotten,
They are hovering right now upon the brink
No subject is taboo, what we fear they will pursue
While we cover mouths with hands and show our age
Revolution will be theirs while we gawp in scare
Gen Z will free the future from its cage