Magpies and Shiny Things

But I saw them from the rooftop view
I saw them always in search of something new
They collect false ideals and hoard broken dreams
And their sense of commitment is fraying at the seams

And we called them the chosen ones
With minds like we had never seen before
Their intellect was supposed to be their guns
And voices of reason to forbid any war

Ages of history sewn into their conscience

And religion to keep their souls from wanting more
Telling them order and conformity will be their deliverance
But they dismissed it like an unwanted chore

And here we have our youth struggling to hold on
And their motivation is gone
And left searching for whatever pleasure a moment brings
Just like the magpie and shiny things