You poisoned my sweet water.
You cut down my green trees.
The food you fed my children Was the cause of their disease.
My world is slowly fallin’ down And the airs not good to breathe.
And those of us who care enough, We have to do something…
(Chorus)
Oh… oh What you gonna do about me? Oh... oh What you gonna do about me?
Your newspapers, They just put you on. They never tell you The whole story.
They just put our Young ideas down. I was wonderin’ could this be the end
Of your pride and glory?
(Chorus)
I work in your factory. I study in your schools. I fill your penitentiaries.
And your military too! And I feel the future trembling, As the word is passed around.
”If you stand up for what you do believe, Be prepared to be shot down.”
(Chorus)
And I feel like a strangerIn the land where I was born And I live like an outlaw.
An’ I’m always on the run… An I'm always getting busted
And I got to take a stand... I believe the revolution Must be mighty close at hand
(Chorus)
I smoke marijuana But I cant get behind your wars.
And most of what I do believe Is against most of your laws
I’m a fugitive from injustice But I’m goin’ to be free.
Cause your rules and regulations They dont do the thing for me
(Chorus)
And I feel like a stranger In the land where I was born
And I live just like an outlaw. An’ I’m always on the run.

This song was written by a few hippies in the 60s and discusses our "young ideas" but now, 50 years later these are the ideas of the old and young alike.

But nothing's changed and it's grown dramatically worse.

Unless the new generations learn the realities we live it will continue to get worse at a rapid pace. Sometimes as I now grow old, often actually, I realize that there's little hope for any significant changes in my lifetime. When I was a young man I hoped for change. When I was a young man I believed change was possible, even probable. Now I don't, as I said, not in my lifetime. It saddens me that my grandchildren are growing up in this miserable world, in this miserable country and I do feel very much like a stranger in the land where I was born.